Belated Gift

I cannot get it — colors driving me so mad
Pictures spinning speechless in my head
Incomprehensibly meaningless
Questions in my mind
Without a notice, a sign, a scene — is it all?
Nothing to say that I waited for
Senseless, untold — wasn’t there much more?
Questions in my mind
I’ll give you wings to cry, to search for me and fly
Just where I went through, that’s my gift for you
And now I capture crippled figures with my eyes
Leaving all our good times far behind
Kissing all those precious hopes goodbye
Questions in my mind
I run away…