Life Story - Olafur Arnalds

you dont know what to say, but words just crowd

in lines of hopes mistaken for lost dreams

and moments waiting for another silenced sigh, too hollow,

when judgements do not speak for trials lost

you do know what to say, but words keep fleeting by

as shadows past that hour at midnight, 

when waiting turned a dawn too early,

and life just glowed like glitter at a party, 

glimpsed over while you kept on walking by

towards some end you failed to reach in  brute denial

of promises to selves painted in hues too bright

for you know light, but it keeps fading

into a distance unexplored or dazed

for you lost light, but it keeps glowing

despite the darkness of your creeping fright

and your heart beats in guiding motion

of a rhythmed present short of sight

for one more day of stories gathered 

with no finales of broken hopes

and you keep pacing all alone 

in rooms of thought-built walls of choices

that mazed again toward a path off-route

not that you had one, but you had to fall to ground

to feel that breath push dust away 

in clouds of change so effortlessly beaming

under the sunlight that you missed on yet another day