Less of a Poet lyrics

I watch the time pass by Like headlights burning fast The rain comes down to remind me That every moment cannot last I turn the TV off And stare through the glass Perfectly alone With watercolor hands I walk so slowly To the sound of my own steps Thinking of the coldness In the things I never said I close my eyes Ready to disappear Replay the whole damn day And feel the ending near If I could leave myself For one day, for one night Step outside this dragging body And watch life open wide Maybe I would change Every road I planned I would be less of a poet And a little more man The walls begin to breathe The lights are fading out And every frame around me Stares with fury now The stars above keep burning Like torches made of white So beautiful and distant So cold they freeze the night All these years I chased perfection All these years I sank in illusion What is the answer? Where does the heart begin? Will I die after the birth Of the greatest song within? If I could leave myself For one day, for one night Step outside this dragging body And watch life open wide Maybe I would change Every road I planned I would be less of a poet And a little more man What is a poet doing here On this wounded earth? Where is the hidden portal To the heart's rebirth? Do I leave my dreams behind? Do I walk where no road returns? Do I bury every illusion And despise what beauty burns? If I get another chance Make me a carpenter Let my hands build something real Let my blood remember earth Less ink More skin Less prayer More breath Less wound More life Less poem More human If I could leave myself For one day, for one night Step outside this dragging body And watch life open wide Maybe I would change Every road I planned I would be less of a poet And a little more man If I could leave myself For one day, for one night Step outside this dragging body And watch life open wide Maybe I would change Every road I planned I would be less of a poet And a little more man I would leave without a destination Searching for my lost horizon Just a backpack And one fragile plan To be less of a poet And more human For one day Or one night Enough to be a lifetime If the ink does not run dry