Here comes the sun

Waking up must be worthy.
The value of things is not part of them,
it's part of us, who see, feel and touch them

Hoping that something or somebody
will fullfil the hole you carry
Is useless, is blindness. Very.

If you expect that walking by your way
on a hot summer day
happiness will call you and just say:
'I'm here to stay'
You may get tired of waiting anyway.

Dig your soul, walk alone
Look at yourself in the mirror
and search for your real self.
It is there,
somewhere.
Beneath your thousands of masks.
Sourrounded by your millions of fears and complexes.

Once you set it free,
you will see
how happiness has always been close to thee.