Perish in a world not yours
because you haven't made your world yours
drifting alone on a penteconter
one man, manning, fifty oars

A gold seeker in your golden world
Never to return to your city
Because all you do is seek
All you do is find
but you never acknowledge

In search for heaven on this world
You travel and travel,
meet people and people
Been everywhere, experienced elsewhere
Yet have never dared to travel
within yourself
The only place, truly worth to see

Why do people dare to skydive?
Go through the length of all such extremeties
but are so afraid to face themselves?
To find the calm inside the turblence?
Your world is yours.