The machine begins to start marching, so I can feel it, It never stopped .... it doesn't know how to. The mechanical rows begin to function again, Nothing is clear here. There is only gray fog and little time for relief.
Maybe everyone cannot live like puppets. Some just follow the first act While others cannot stand not seeing the puppeteer. The worlds revolve around us ...... mostly empty, Too bussy to fly and feel. Only touched by the cure of the routine they cannot understand ...... That others do not need it, there is no reason to make sense of the meaning of life. Many wonder what has made me be like this? Why is my world so far from theirs?
I look at the stars, they are distant, I can barely distinguish their light. But I know one of them is my place, that dream where I feel truly free. I want to return to it, I need it.
Many wonder what has made me be this way Because I seek to touch the stars Too many souls around us And my world is so far from theirsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
