The small prison in my mind
with windows with bars to the outside
One with the most beautiful weather and warmth
and the other one the misty darkish one
both are the ones to look to the outside
because when I'll be free I will belong
in there in on of those
those little windows you see
are the ones the future gave me
how unknown and dark they may be
or as beautiful as a rainy night
in the coziest bed where I'll be free
I don't know, I don't see
but it doesn't have to be
I know which future I wanna be.
