Blanket of Longing - Subterranean Masquerade

I’m waiting for something

For something to come

I wait for a breakthrough

I wait for a sign

I wander the streets, no purpose, no time

I’m nodding my head when saying goodbye

Often I go back to that picture of my little boy

And I just can’t cry anymore

He is all a river spilled into the sea

In small steps climbing the hill

I just can’t cry anymore

In times of boredom I sail the ship of dreams

Enjoy a sweet breeze of gentle fantasy

Suddenly it’s pitch black and I cannot see

A blanket of longing surrounding me

Above the cloud there is an endless space

In which we all dance the masquerade

Nothing real

Anymore

The great bazaar is all about the choice you make

This puzzle is for you to illustrate

Riddle, riddle, take me home

Ready to launch, get ready to fall

Often I go back to that picture of my little boy

And I just can’t cry anymore

He is all a river spilled into the sea

In small steps climbing the hill

I just can’t cry anymore

So far from home