It's a cold summer day
I am standing lonely
On a wide field beneath the stars
My neurons
They are overwhelmed
By the unfolding colours in my eyes
I lay down on the purple gras
And watch the particolored ceiling
Softly wave goodbye and
Give way
Give way
Give way
To the undisputed night
To the undisputed night
Oh will I ever find the answers?
Or should I not ask the questions?
Is there any chance I'll ever grasp
The infinity of this galaxy
And as i step into the
Realm of conscious dreaming
I watch myself, I watch myself becoming whole
Piece by piece, I could never explain the feeling
Maybe something like a baby being born
I feel the ground vibrating
I think I never felt something so liberating
Particolored molecules dancing in an ever shifting verse
It is the galaxy
It talks to me
Consistently changing rhymes and combinations of possible creations
Creating spaces of unbalanced truth
Making it all seem like it's all about you
Oh will I ever find the answers?
Or should I not ask the questions?
Is there any chance I'll ever grasp
The Infinity Of this galaxy