It doesn't suffice

In my heart it's always autumn
Through warm days and cold times
Tough I've buried all the emotions
It doesn't suffice

Almost evening as I'm having
My hot tea watching the clouds
My mind's in a thousand countries
 But I'm still here

So many things I've in my hands 
But they are always empty and 
I keep on inventing futures 
Without knowing why 

And I'm still different from all 
Or maybe it's only a way to 
Maintain closed the doors 
Believing I'm alone 

Oh what else I have to know 
Which kind of new religion 
To freed myself 
To achieve myself? 

My Life is a fireplace
Where there's not an easy flame
I catch carbon and some wood
With injured hands

So many things I've in my hands 
But they are always empty and 
I keep on inventing futures 
Without knowing why 

And I'm still different from all 
Or maybe it's only a way to 
Maintain closed the doors 
Believing I'm alone 

Oh what else I have to know 
Which kind of new religion 
To freed myself 
To achieve myself?