AIMLESSLY

feel like walking aimlessly through the poor rain
waiting for the sun to come
dry my wet body and warm me up
at the horizont there is always a rainbow
I heard through a grapevine that I can find a pot of gold
the fortune teller told me that I can see your face on the mirror in the pot
maybe I can finally stop thinking what you look like
and will be able to recognise your face among the crowd
life can be short or long and I want to make it with you
daydreaming is all I've done, I know you are out there
no matter how hard I try, these thoughts keep pushing me into every direction
what am I suppoded to do?
I try really hard not to think about it
though I want you for good
I know I have to wait
Osmar Cavalcante