Everyone has their obsession, consuming thoughts, consuming time…
They hold high their prized possession, it defines the meaning of their life.

They’re our objects of affection, that can mesmerize the soul…
There is always one addiction, that just can not be controlled!

Mountains wouldn’t part for me, They have no uncertainty
I’m just a passing emotion, Just hoping they take notice
And you are an opportunity, Without an opportunity
Another passing emotion, And hope that someone will take notice…

And did I hear you sing, That we exist without existing
Or did I hear you sing, That we’ll end where we begin.

I understand it, but I don’t show it,
So I won’t think it, and maybe we’ll be there – Maybe one day, we will be there…

In better days I’ve been known to listen, I go to waste – all my time is missing.

I’m mapping out my ending, it’s never gonna happen now.
These things are condescending, with everybody backing down.

You pray to stars that can help you get by, And all at once you forget to try…
I’d go there if you let me, they’re never gonna find me now.
My life is always empty, and in and out of doubt.

Angels say they can make you suffer, they give and take like a vicious lover.

When all this loses meaning, you’ll never want it back somehow.
Awake but still I’m dreaming, and never waking up…!

Everything in life is connected somehow. You may have to dig deep to find it – but its there. Everything is the same even though its different. Somehow everything connects back with your life. The faces in certain places may be different, but the situation is the same.

Irony is a hidden factor that creeps around us in life, letting its presence felt only after it has left. Picture back to a year ago and the situation you were in. Look at how things are different, yet somehow everything still in someway cognate.

Everything connects together to form the balance of life, to maintain structure. Change is and always will be inevitable, but everything is relative, and all the moments and times in your life will come back around again, you just might find yourself on the other side of the coin. Things are always changing, as fast as everything stays the same.

We need to pray to God, to grant us the wisdom to know the difference.

- 1 Year has passed since my visit to Dubai, what a great holiday!  -

Staring at the loss, Looking for a cause
And never really sure, Nothing but a hole
To live with a soul, And nothing to be learned…

I can tell you why, People go insane
I can show you how, You could do the same
I can tell you why, The end will never come
I can tell you I’m, A shadow on the sun…

[i have been listening to this song constantly for 1 year, still love it!]

Tujhe milke laga hai ye, tujhe dhundh raha tha main,
Tujhme hai kuch aisi subah sa, Jiski khaatir main tha jaga sa,
Aa tu mere khwab sajaa ja re, Mahi aaja re…

Now that you know why you feel like you do, their turning their head whilst they wait for no one, And finally i know… Why you feel like letting go…

Liberate the people that you hate, Then cut yourself again… Elevate then drop back down, And see which ones remain…

I’m watching you watch over me, and I’ve got the greatest view from here…

The more you see, the less you know, The less you find out as you go,
I knew much more then, than I do now…

Neon heart day-glow eyes, A city lit by fireflies
They’re advertising in the skies, For people like us…

The more you know the less you feel, Some pray for others steal,
Blessings are not just for the ones who kneel… (Luckily!)

And I miss you when you’re not around, I’m getting ready to leave the ground!

Oh you look so beautiful tonight, In the city of blinding lights…

You’ll remember me when the west wind moves, Upon the fields of barley, You’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky, As we walk in the fields of gold…

I never made promises lightly, And there have been some that I’ve broken, But I swear in the days still left, We’ll walk in the fields of gold…

“It was curious to think that the sky was the same for everybody, in Eurasia or Eastasia as well as here. And the people under the sky were also very much the same—everywhere, all over the world, hundreds or thousands of millions of people just like this, people ignorant of one another’s existence, held apart by walls of hatred and lies, and yet almost exactly the same—people who had never learned to think but were storing up in their hearts and bellies and muscles the power that would one day overturn the world.”