Afterglow I’m sitting here, staring out of the window andI’m dreaming of the afterglow in the evening. I’m listening to the sound of my racing thoughts like cars in the street and I’m dreaming of leaving, for the afterglow in the evening. I’m watching the time goes by, feeling stuck in life without meaning and I’m dreaming of the ocean’s freedom, the afterglow in the evening. Where is the wide horizon that glows in the evening, with the waves rolling onto the shore that let me dream of leaving, for the afterglow in the evening? Where is the sound of the ocean, where the seagulls that fly into this afterglow…