Sometimes, I look around
And see things on the ground
I wonder, are they clay
Or are they yesterday
And if I'll never know
When will this small seeds grow
When will it all become my shadow
Just standing here alone
I hear the floorboards groan
I see the specks of dust
In window light and rust
When will the end begin
When will the victor win
When will it all be my reflection
The keys are turning round
But there's an empty sound
For every part we give
There's a new life we live
And if I'll never spin
When carousels begin
When will it all change its direction
Like cuckoo clocks on wall
We tick tock till we fall
But while we saw and see
We live this reverie
Are these shadows below
Or my reflection glow
And if they are, when will they go