A plain world shines in grey and dark.
Switches to bright and colourful from time to time.
But always comes back an old, dark shimmering shine.
And when it comes again I believe in the return of a warm spark.
Grey to bright.
The world is shifting and so am I.
Colourful to dark.
And I fall back onto the ground.
Getting up and keep moving.
Adapt and never stop improving.
To only fall down again.
I am running on an ever-turning wheel
- but in the end, I will kneel.
When running I see what is coming.
Darkness is ahead of me but I keep striving.
When I fall, I keep on fighting.
But sometimes it feels like I cannot get up anymore.
Times repeat themselves.
Happiness and light.
Turns to fight or flight.
Turn into a hopeless tear.
Until I find my strength and start to cheer.
An endless circle, I know it is.
And when I am on the ground again.
I will be the one to lift myself up again.
Because I keep running,
I keep humming when finding a new song.
A new melody will play along when standing strong again as once before.
smile with grace
and never give up