Confession

Needless to say,

This is hopeless, meaningless, worthless, not more not less
But nevertheless it’s neither wordless nor paperless
She stays hopeful, cheerful and most of all beautiful,
The more I think about it the more troublesome and bothersome it is,
and all what I will stay is lonesome.

I’m the key to success, to victory. . . but I can’t see
You’re the lock that bothers me.
Well actually I’m the lock and you’re the key who opens me.
Who releases me.

Then all becomes hopeful, meaningful,
It will definitely be worth it , and even more
And it will become more than just words and paper.
I will be hopeful, cheerful and you’ll make me beautiful,
The more I think about it the more pleasuresome it becomes,
And all what I will become, I’ll share with you,
After all:

You’re the sunshine
Who makes my day

But you’re also the moon
Who brings the night,
Something which can’t stay away

You give me power
You’ll give me rest,

You don’t even have to try
You’re already on your best.