Lost Land

Seeking for some lost wonderland in the souls of other seekers
willingly letting meself be seduced by the smooth talk of smoother speakers
finding only emptiness to refelct my own in the casual fellowships of this lost quest
being uncommitted and charmingly hiding the barrenness with the best
not recognising the lies we were all living
not acknowledging the pain we were all giving

Trying to find a shortcut to happiness
willing meself to believe I was held by some destiny’s sweet caress
trying, crying, prying, spying
but only lying
to meself

Never being satisfied with the worlds that I was offered by the stable and wise
always finding that those worlds called for hard work in some disguise
I wanted every little thing unconditionally handed to me
I wanted the key to a more fulfilling life handed over for free
and I never knew that the only ones who were willing to give me any sort of chance
were the ones who hoped that they would get the same from of our brief romance

Trying to find a shortcut to happiness
willing meself to believe I was held by some destiny’s sweet caress
trying, crying, prying, spying
but only lying
to meself

Always longing to be tamed and running away from any kind of rest
never seeing how this disquiet had made me broken and distressed
willing meself to ignore my reason’s voice
always believing that I had a choice
that people would change from what they were to what I need
if we were attracted and gave in to the bodies’ alconsuming greed

Trying to find a shortcut to happiness
willing meself to believe I was held by some destiny’s sweet caress
trying, crying, prying, spying
but only lying
to meself

Trying to be let to a more exotic life by those who came with a similar loss
making my mind cover all evidence of futility with a quaver-smiling gloss
all we ever gave each other was the opening to see
that we had to change ourselves if we were ever to be free
of the longing and seeking and hiding and crying
and the hard forced leaving everytime reality surfaced and hope began dieing

Trying to find a shortcut to happiness
willing meself to believe I was held by some destiny’s sweet caress
trying, crying, prying, spying
but only lying
to meself