The No-one beside me when I speak to the stars.

How many sudden things have happened,
in the centuries before me,
as I have I lived in my life
as I was born to experience and see,
and as a new pope was elected,
and the sign is the smoke,
and after batman meets the joker,
to share a silly yet a serious joke,
as I plan my day-dreaming
stories of rivers, oceans and seas,
of those who want success,
yet they are still the wannabe's
of vast prairies without limits
and the history of the sky,
of the limited line of the unlimited,
stories of deserts, and the camel's cry,
and when I immerse myself in thoughts,
between splashes and winds,
and the the immensity of the sea,
is compared to our sins,
spreading the guilt and no freedom,
is embraced so forth and within,
and like a warm carress
that blesses my heart
and the white snow of Slovakia,
had us so much apart,
and as I see trees,
as I hear all God's heard human pleas,
I find myself hugging the silence,
of what is not so much norm,
cause I'd rather be prepared to face,
a yet another storm,
so I struggle with all my senses,
to keep myself so much alive,
as the silence beckons me,
and I slash it with the knife,
cause my silence brings me torment,
of what is in the tragic mind,
yet it brings the magic,
of what is true and one of a kind,
so I talk to the sweet great mountains
and vast spaces that are immense,
to help me live out my days,
to lift me up not to be that tense,
And returning to where once I belonged
to resume this life that sometimes is nothing but the valley of a tear,
of days that quarrel with centuries,
whom to stay and whom to clear,
It's not the life that I would have ever wanted
to desire to live, yet to embrace eternity,
it's not that dream cause we once dreamt together
and now you are not here with me,
so it brings down on me - so many tears
and yet I don't believe
because a dream is a dream, and without the real you,
the nothing's all I can ever achieve,
the only way for us is certainly to be together,
yet at the same time so much apart,
cause of a dying eye that is blinded,
and an arrow in my heart,
so tonight I promised myself that I will rediscover,
what was before you came,
when I didn't know so much the misery,
and when my life was just a game,
so life's thaught me, that not every smile is angelic,
cause sometimes the wolf's a sheep,
and even heaven might turn diabolic,
cause when I discussed with you,
I was planning my eternity,
and now my eternity's gone, cause I am looking to the sky,
and the real you is not here with me.