Not knowing where you’re going
Not knowing what you’re owing
Makes life tough
Thought you’d made a choice
Believed fate heard your voice
It’s not enough
Life’s become a test
Not knowing where you’re going
Not knowing if you’re owing
Never able to rest
Did you fail the test?
You ask the question
There is a suggestion
Of mediocrity in your thoughts
Endless shoulds and oughts
The fate of human beings
Not trusting, never seeing
Troubles, fleeting glory
It’s a never ending story

gentle is the wind
softly screaming
as the sun dies

I used to climb on window pipes.
Look through the neighbour's side,
Reach around trying to climb high.
I wanted to go into the dark skies
Find the real paradise.

And I am still climbing the staircase
where the happiness begins
but the steps are never ending
my legs are forever bending
the journey, like any, is tiring.