The Euphoric Sense

(Those pure and virgin apprehensions I had

From the beginning, and that warmth I felt when

I was young were the best unto this day

I knew that there is much more to...)

These days will be forever mine

...find

(... so I celebrate again...)

Now I am standing here among your faces

A new constellation

Enfold me, share my confidence

Awake now, you should be there at every turn

All prevalent images confirm the spirit

To search for an answer

Am I worthy of recalling my deepest well

From where all waters torn off?

I'll break free

Confusion will be the audience of my existence

The euphoric sense of the flying

Defines me and my inner dance

(...to seem the stranger falls my lot)

Yet all your glowing eyes reflecting slumber

They long for a distance

Have I seen them on the edge of dreams

Or been there

I don't know whatever that means

I'll break free

Confusion will be the audience of my existence

The euphoric sense of the flying

Defines me and my inner dance

I see a broken (clown) man

A paralysed shape without form

The past lapping him

Like a cloak of

Pain

The more he vanished into the dark

The deeper I felt a serious loss in my heart

But I guess it must be the flag of my disposition

Not to linger

But to follow the crowd

I'll break free

Confusion will be the audience of my existence

The euphoric sense of the flying

Blindfolded and turning into swans

(I didn't know that they were born or should die, but

I know that it is easy to forget what I came for

Among so many who have always lived here...)