That's enough, can't go in the slow lane anymore
I'm taking the walking staff
Forgetting all that is familiar
Walking on air, in my imagination I see a ladder
Hearing an internal voice
Fix me, fix me now
I turn my head, I'm not sure they're talking about me
Something is inside me, everything is open I'm alive
No it's not a dream, and soon it's times past
I hear a distant voice: Return to me return now!
To the disappearing ones, to the source of life
I discover each day, that it's possible to think
In word fragments, vociferously
To disappearing ones
That's enough, I'm not going to kick at the wall anymore
I sit in the room
Shriveled, the memories wash over,
My heart overflows
No, it's not a dream, and soon it's times past
I hear a nearby voice: Return to me return to me
To the disappearing ones...