Writing stories under the moon
Like creating for our universe
Like writing for the future
Like inspiring for my children
Like making stories for kids to correct in textbooks
Like writing lies for a truth based on theories
Like writing truth for a false prediction of the future
Like disproving the Egyptians
Like showing just how passionate I am about words
False intellects tell us differently
But we've got it all
We've got it all
We've had it all
We'll have it all
Unreal limits, the only limit is the speed of light
Like knowing loving and not knowing what to do with it
Like regretting someone you've had for so long
Like running around looking for passion when it's in you
Like existing but not knowing how to live
Like acting but not knowing what you did
Like popping ecstacy and expecting to please
Like hugging your mom and not knowing wether she'll wake up the next morning
Like walking away and never coming back to what was your destiny