I lost myself on my way home
on dirty streets with a frozen sun
lay on the ground without memories.
Later that day i found myself again
I rose at my feet and walked forward
through a native land in an arbitrary direction
I was a stranger clothed in a pullover
who refused to need his friend's advice
I have tried to find my own way
because i didn't want to be a grey passer
but I became a different person ( if i only could find my place )
in this cold land without a name
I walked through anger,love and hate
believed in equality for everyone
my emotions were always with me
but now they are living on their own ( bad diagnosis! - i've lost my freedom )
I'm wondering why i'm still alive
looking intently into a deep blue sky
I know that answer is hiding there
but all that is here is the onset of wind
I Didn't realize in which game i was involved
and didn't know who i played with
inside a round box that looked like a globe model
there wasn't enough space for good people
