Old options

When i don’t know what to do
I have two options
All of them seems wrong
But i always liked the new and unknown

Sometimes you don’t know if it will work
The result frightens those who look for the dust
The person must be bigger than the disere
Even though everything can change with a liar

It always happens at the last moment
The rocks fall from the flagstone
And the sunshine appears
Someone must believe in something when waking up
Always bringing that old bag

The whole history goes on like a small movie
The doubts are always dicussed slowly
The room seems old and has beautiful furniture
Near the fireplace i would to like to find a place

At the moment when i seat i remenber
Things that have happened and bring emotions
I could see but it was cloudy
Probaly it is one of the that i must believe in

Inside the bag are the friends that we will come across
Depending on the time they are diferent than before
The one who carries everything
Doesn’t know what will happen
Only the second option can show what i look for