...

Everytime, anytime

when i feel

i feel going, running nowhere

bumping in mirages

bruising against the wind

I want to,I want to

lose a bit of what is mine.

Lose it into the whites,

the whites that float

when i close my eyes.

Less of mine, i hope

will be more of me.

I a bit more whole,

when i drain what

is stuck with the

train of time.

Everytime, anytime

when i feel like staying

I lose me and gain some

Its sum, we call 'mine'