the night was clear.
He's alone now,
sitting by the pier.
Wave crashes softly by,
people fishing tied,
all seems to be fine,
unlike all the things on his mind.
Cosmo is still at its standstill,
but when can I find my heart to be still?
Closest friends can share his joy,
but can anybody understand,
how full his glass is filled?
Change has not happened all these years.
But sitting right before the wave crashes,
is a guy whose troubles can never go away,
for before a wave can finish crashing,
another one is coming on the way.
He is a changed person.
For better or for worse.
Only he knows it,
if it's for the better,
he would not have come to the beach
at the forsaken hour.
Borrowing the harmful burning mist in hand,
he could not be for the better.
If only he knew.
If only he did not know.
