A soft touch with my finger on the bed sheet of my uncharted pond
And all becomes a different scene
What I cleared is what I wrote
Remnants of a story I could have grasped
For nature's vision and binding laws
Project my human flaws
Only for me to find some more
Project my human flaws
Only for me to find some more
Gliding through myths and worries
Followed by sense and stories
I knock on these endless doors
Walk in colors, face what's true or false
Gliding through myths and worries
Followed by sense and stories
I knock on these endless doors
Walk in colors, face what's true or false
Opposite stories never impact
Sails against a gusty wind
Choke through chaos and time
Begging to find the crossing line
