suddenly the clock stops
time halts in its tracks,
on the verge of moving to the next minute, the next hour
pressure lurks on the tip of the hand

and i wait and
stare and
silently pray
until the hand moves again to the next day
minutes ticking
in synchronous harmony
not skipping a beat while
going its way around the hours

don't be the one to stop
on the next beat
next to the next hour
time is precious, can't you see

just move on
under the stars
don't go searching
going to the past
end the past and start anew

me, i try to go on
even on those days that suffocate

following the direction
of infinite dreams
reality seizes to exist

being surrounded by clouds
emotions and thoughts dissolve
in the air next to rain
not going to stop because of you
going to continue until the end

me, i try to go on
even on those days that suffocate