The light is turning on
Substitute the rising Sun
For who would scrutinise
What they can not see

Just push on and survive
Avoid the strife
Just relish in beautiful indifference

A fugitive mind
Tunneling on what‘s been
Definedm we will comply
It‘s refined

Who did decide, that choices
Leave closed doors behind?
No chance to rewind
The flow of time

Hide behind your mask
So you don‘t have
To withstand the gaze
If you dare to reflect

The pages keep on turning
And the world is drifting on
Falling for eternal morrow
The answer lies within you
No one else to blame
Trust your sensitivity
It is your birthright to be free
I‘m the author of my future

What is real?
Drowning in sweet succulent
Pleasure
More than the amplitude of
Hope keeps me so inspired

And so are we to go
Keeps me so conspired
Or soar the skies confinding
What has to come?

I‘m the author of my future

Hanging on, hard to breathe
Grinding gears, clenching my teeth
Searching for something unclear
Avoiding to perceive the here
Lost in thought to be found in pain
Work in peace to rest in vain

The pages keep on turning
And the world is drifting on
Falling for eternal morrow
The answer lies within you
No one else to blame
Trust your sensitivity
It is your birthright to be free
I‘m the author of my future