Been a while since I've tryed to ask how far
To climb the letter of words pleasure of listening
If I do that always gets me with the same answer
And same type of questions with the same flavour
By the way, none of my latest casuals don't seem fit
And all my thoughts and words gets randomized in a strange way
Everybody is watching and listening to all the funny none sense
With a great smile to leave my face in a happy moode
I try to step past those moments and think about flowers and beez
The smell of springs brings me closer to quiet state that I enjoy
When there is no one else to think and talk about a known subject
Days are passing by with a small sense of searching the way
To bring me closer to the state of wonderring and learning
New ways of think into a new visionary mode with a hard language
That is the breeze and a wave of a jungle of streets and songs
The ones that are bringing a totally new meaning
Besides the one that i knew, like something is changing
In my attitude except it gets randomized in wich way i don't know
But it brings closer to the strong commitments to the groove
That sets my heart on fire, like lunatic on adrenaline
Except that just i only struggle, to find a sense to keep running
Deep into the lates of day, strongly into the afternoo
To see what codes of unknown passages are there left to find
In the same way that i was searching to discover those lost past days
Those that kept me going towards a weird future, or a long day...
Those still seems to get my mind hyped in way that gets me going
Towards the night and the night's pleasures only.