I don’t want to move
From this restless existence
With everything
Whore of time wasted
I almost imagine my own self
Better than this
And to recreate it
As if it was scattered
Everywhere
In everyone
A bit of me in all of you
A bit of you that dissolves

Unaware of reality
Doped by temporary solutions
Subdued by the hearsay
I don’t want to be a victim

If I standing still
In the smoke that slowly raises
There will be nothing more to see
And I can only wait alone
In silence
The moment in which it vanishes
And the way will be revealed
If I’ll ever want to wake up