I want to read
I want to sleep
I want a pat
I want to play
I want to build
I want to destroy
I want to be (awake)
Every day the same faces
Do they still enjoy it
Or is it just a means to an end?
Whole quarters full of grey gentleman
But no momo in sight
To light this scenery up
With a time flower in her hand
Just a little red flower on the desk
What would I tell her if she were here
Would I manage to get out of here
What would i do with so much time
What does each of us need to shine
Do I own the imagination
Or do we all have this little red flower in our head
Actually, it's all nonsense
Of course I need the money
This is well used and saved time
I forget what I save for
But then I remember my desk again,
For which I wanted to buy a nice big red flower
