Still got the blues

Danes se mi zdi, da se je vse ustavilo. Utapljam se v poplavi misli, ki se prelivajo ena čez drugo v moji glavi. Skrbi me popoldan. Bom spet jaz na tapeti, kot šolarček, ki ni naredil domače naloge? Premišljujem o ljudeh, ki sem jih spoznal v življenju. Koliko mi kdo pomeni, kakšen sem bil do koga in obratno. Koga sem pustil oditi po nepotrebnem in zakaj se od nekaterih sam ne poslovim? Še marsikaj drugega se mi podi po glavi zato na tem mestu mogoče paše ena mojih starejših pesmi..

Sunday Night Blues

Time is slipping through my fingers
flowing like an endless river
always running never stopping
for a break.

People out there always working
there's no time for me or you
no time to waste in this haste
we call life.

Looking through my open window
I see ghosts of wasted lifetimes
never finding oh so blinding
a trace of joy.

Writing nonsense in the evening
shadows dancing on the walls
pain is showing in the mirrors
of my soul.