I don't know if I'm undecided or not
But falling now doesn't suit me at all
Always trying to stop what matters
If eternity isn't even a time that's too long
When you no longer know to which port to sail
It doesn't matter from which side the wind blows today
We could doubt because that forces us to think
And don't take away my pain if it's my chance to heal and scar
Destiny drags whoever lets themselves be dragged
In a dark time your eyes see clearly
Then the certainty I'll grow older than I expected
Now I don't clearly remember either how I got here or who I used to be
Nor the decisions that I made at some point
Accumulated catalogues of sarcasms and enthusiasms
See a lot and listen plenty, keep quiet
Too many whims of the conscience
And short-circuits in my head
When you no longer know to which port to sail
It doesn't matter from which side the wind blows today
First the suspicion then the certainty
I'll grow older than I expected