it doesn't mean a thing

but even so... after the blog is over, when all the readers are gone, and night fills the world with slumber, somehow i still carry on... after the blog is silent, when nobody seems to care, and time seems to stand still, i still have more to share... after the blog is over, after all reason and rhyme, and the carousel stops turning, i want to go round one more time... after the blog is over, when everyone is on their own, and in the isolation of dreams, i don't want to be alone... it doesn't means a thing, but even so... someone who'll share my dreams is all i want to know...