Searching for
The path? that we choose
So hard to recognize
So easy
Knowing ourself
Who we think that we are
Constantly changing
Constantly changing
Intrumental
Ehm, it's a matter..., ehm, when is it ? ?
Through the stained glass window
Pictures in my mind
Dissolving in a
In two minds x8
Time to take another walk
And vanish without trace
Under the surface
Finding
Intrumental
No place like here
On some other level
Imaginery time
Another place of
They were times
When I set alone
Pulling myself
Away from the unknown
Patterns
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