Into the night, while I sit between trial
Between yesterday and tomorrow
I ponder into the things, which make reality
Like creating substance, I breath melancholy
Like my father once said
“Life is about doing things you don’t want to do”

The sad uncertainty of tomorrow's weather
Shakes the silent whisper of private cravings
The hidden essence inside simple words
I sit inside, Is it I?
Or am I what lies within?
Is this temple my exemption?
Billows of smoke come crashing

I am not what I am
For I walk with my legs, yet my mind is still
I sit alone, yet my mind is speaking
I am not alone
I am not in company

I hesitate between demons
I hesitate into my soul
It crumbles
I’m alone

I am not what I am
For I walk with my legs, yet my mind is still
I sit alone, yet my mind is speaking
I am not alone
I am not in company

The sad uncertainty of tomorrow's weather
Shakes the silent whisper of private cravings
The hidden essence inside simple words
I sit inside, Is it I?
Or am I what lies within?
Is this temple my exemption?
Billows of smoke come crashing


Into the night, while I sit between trial
Between yesterday and tomorrow
I ponder into the things, which make reality
Like creating substance, I breath melancholy
Like my father once said
“Life is about doing things you don’t want to do”

e.s.