I'm not asking for too much I'm not asking for anything at all And suddenly mediocrity is magical and sufficient. It's efficient to let yourself be inspired by little things That In reality Are rather, "Just fine" And we continue the day with our heads held towards the sky Even if it's always nighttime inside
And I sigh I sigh because nothing excites nor impresses Nor angers nor frustrates nor makes me react
For I expect nothing To shield myself off In this world of barriers I'm lost.