the creation of thoughts   a process which never ends   our life guided by an idea   a construction of a plan   in the end just a goal soon   clearance reaches my mind   the stone rolled up the hill   one inch to... failed      In the Labyrinth of life   The individual in it's hive   all that remains just an illusion   in the end what stays, confusion      A quest entrailed by a god, a task with no solution   nobody realized that's that core of our life   an aim can be reached but our live consists of many   every aim is it worth, the final goal is an illusion   a plan creeps in my mind   walls of logic are destroyed   feelings (are) starting to rule my life   a life of another kind   reason should give the guiding line   the senses are the other side   none of them should be dominat   the balance could be mine      In the Labyrinth of life   The individual in it's hive   all that remains just an illusion   in the end what stays, confusion      A quest entrailed by a god, a task with no solution   nobody realized that's that core of our life   an aim can be reached but our live consists of many   every aim is it worth, the final goal is an illusion