Consequences

All I have is your voice on the phone
But it is not enough
All I have are some pictures in black and white
And a coloured one
It's time to realise that this is no film
It's time to realise there is no happy end
It's not the feeling that makes me thinking
But rather the hopelessness of the now
It's not the meaning that makes me thinking
But rather the hopelessness of the now

The agitation
Follows the calmness
Strange emotions makes
Me completely blind
Consequences
Never rules anymore
A whole remains
Like a deep deep sore

There's no excuse for all the doings
There's no statement for this cause
Crying to break the bonds of all my doubts
To understand this hope
It depends on us
What we will make it free from thinking
Is it wrong or is it right?
We will find out in the course of time