Everybody's searching for them,
Everybody's consumed by them,
Everybody's trapped in a circle to complete,
Everybody's here for a story to tell,
a story that's lost in time,
a story that makes us feel more alive,
a dream that makes us who we are,
a moment that changes us forever,
a feeling we're chasing for eternity,
a wish we're hiding in vanity,
So many we are,
So few we can be,
All these stories we're running after,
All these stories we're running away from,
All these stories we can be,
All these stories which were meant to be,
All these stories we're afraid of,
All these stories our hatred is made of,
All these stories we love,
All these stories we yearn,
So many stories to tell
So little, is Infinite itself
And at the end we'll know
we're not the stories we chose
Because one day every story ends
leaving us with a new life to begin