Spyglass by Regna

I can’t remember when I locked the doors
Once open
I can’t recall the time when I lost trust,
The closure
Watching closely the swelling tides

Spending all my days inside these walls
So warm here
Clothed by an ironic solitude
Drifting away
While the waves keep rushing this shore

Why should I leave?

Outside this pane
All I get to see
Clouds of vanity
Greed, confusion and fear
Blasts of decadence
Bursting through the streets
Tumbling, blowing all away

Fear is being sown in every corner
Slowing every heartbeat, rooting in the soil,
I wish I could speak, I wish it all could change,
I long for a smile, to breathe again
But looking through my spyglass
I perceive a vast, outstanding mass
Of inexpressive gazes, insipid faces
Crowding concrete Mazes,
Leaving their dreams to sink down in
Mires, In a sign of resignation
Following the spotlight someone’s guiding
Dancing in a circle of delusions
Covering up the traces of corruption
Dense, impervious, air’s unbreathable
Deep, intangible grip
Though I want to stay, walls are closing in
Light my way out of here

I can’t remember when did I call home
This shelter
I can’t recount the times that I’ve been told
I’m so wrong
How could they be sure
That I am?

Chasing after a
Reason to believe
I can’t trust what I’ve seen
Am I bound to this
Sea of unconcern?
Tell me, will I ever leave?

• Rock
• Symphonic Progressive Rock
• Barcelona