In this world,
Friends and enemies are about a right timing or a bad timing,
Or because there wasn't time at all.

In a desert,
Every road
Is a road
Out of the desert.

It is sad,
And sometimes it is mad,
When the colour of hope is red.

We never know what we're doing,
We only see what we've done,
With a vague feeling of what to do.

It's funny to discover sometimes, that I still have feelings - different ones, by that. I mean, not reactions, but feelings. They are not from here, not from this level of reality, where myself isn't quite at home. Thus I am pulled towards their point of origin, probably my soul.

You've got me smiling,
You've got me laughing,
You've got me living,
Please go on.

There's too much screaming,
There is not enough silence,
And the silence is spooky.