Lots of direction: not a single road,
Innumerous buds: not one would explode.
Life's a search: destination unfound,
Infinite possibilities to get to higher ground.
On the crossroads at ground zero,
My heart's silent, my head's a psycho:
No voice from within, no clue from beyond,
Je ne sais quoi, je ne sais quand!
Alone, amidst emotional anarchy,
Edgy and estranged, escapist psyche.
A stray satellite, it's yearn for an orbit,
A silent spider, determination a habit!
No more 'why?', the question's 'how?'
A need to vent, a lust for 'wow'.
Stormy weather, the necessity of buoyance,
Knots in oblivion, the search for clairvoyance.
Pa
Lots of direction: not a single road,
Innumerous buds: not one would explode.
Life's a search: destination unfound,
Infinite possibilities to get to higher ground.
On the crossroads at ground zero,
My heart's silent, my head's a psycho:
No voice from within, no clue from beyond,
Je ne sais quoi, je ne sais quand!
Alone, amidst emotional anarchy,
Edgy and estranged, escapist psyche.
A stray satellite, it's yearn for an orbit,
A silent spider, determination a habit!
No more 'why?', the question's 'how?'
A need to vent, a lust for 'wow'.
Stormy weather, the necessity of buoyance,
Knots in oblivion, the search for clairvoyance.
Pa