Waypoints

Don’t offer me a single button
a slumbering cozy trip
I’ve been thinking of it so many years
imagined how it’d be
The ending scene is just one scene
much shorter than my thoughts, my way to get there
I reached the seaside but went on walking
to fly above the sea
Just made two steps and looked around
nobody seemed to care
I felt the cold and loneliness
no matter if I screamed
There’s nothing left to come
I wasn’t there
I wasn’t heard