Shark

when horizon is getting dark
and stars are getting small,
you get afraid there lies a shark,
somewhere beneath your mole

the shark is large and very gray,
with teeth as sharp as swords
so everything you want to say
goes way behind your words

and everything you've done before
seems to be done in vain
cause there's the shark and nothing more
to keep on and maintain

you once were hopeful and so young
and had a lucky mark,
and now all songs are left unsung,
because of nasty shark

so you are here and she is there,
and mole is in between
while all you do is stand and stare,
the shark is fitting in

but if you gather strength and cross
the sea that's cold and stark,
you won't believe your eyes because
you get there was no shark