sometimes i wish that
you tell me that there ain't any hope anymore
that the cup no more seems to be half filled
it is empty, the fluid has evaporated

sometimes, i wish that the tears just freeze
to a dreary dry brook on my cheeks
sometimes i wish just sometimes
that when i stand in the cold
it doesn't excite me to run and to see the beautiful unknown
or when this wind strokes my hair
it doesn't blow me to an unceasing whirlpool of imaginations

sometimes i wish, i just stop walking with those seeking eyes
against a wall which is cliched 'never to end'
sometimes i wish, just sometimes to stop wandering and wondering
around those islands of hope I've created

'cause sometimes they all look illusory
as if awaiting nothing but a flutter of a page
the blow of a wind
the sudden crack of a dilapidated chair
to turn the tables

sometimes i wish to fall
and to lay down with the yellow bed of wilted leaves
all bare,all naked, all exposed
all still, all numb in the blinding day light
amidst the clamour of the town

'cause sometimes it's really hard to move on
it's really hard to wait with
those awfully hopeful eyes
it's really hard to utter 'i will'
'cause you want to break yourself down
in that moment of pain!