The same old pavement
The same old place
The same old gentle wind
Breezing with same grace
Everything around me is familiar
Just like it used to be before
Yet my own persona feels unfamiliar
My mind seems to be at war
The stars are shinning all around me
But to me they look like flashing lights
Making me too blind to choose a road
Nothing anymore is black or white
These shades of colors are so deceitful
Which one to pick? which one to leave?
To me, each path looks identical
Has time made me this naive?