Change has come and gone the battle still goes on.
I know I am better for trying to find my treasure
Must keep on looking for my ship over the horizon
Only left to wonder will it ever come
In years gone by I wanted the cargo of my ship to carry silver and gold
My mind is like a kite.
If I don't hold tight to the string attached to it, it would just drift away before my eyes.
Then I call myself being crazy.
Because my stupid mind goes into a limbo zone habitually.
It would take me time to drag it out.
I hate it.