Back in a saddle Riding the horse of doom Pretending my destination is all gloom I don't want to paddle I'm the master of self relocation Even if the goal is to go to the moon
You choose what dreams to see While you sleep And dreams are many Dreams are plenty Dreams are deep Some are good Some are bad Some are in-between Escape the heirloom Escape to see The world as is Without me
Oh God, If there is a way Please let it find me If there is a say Please let the right lips utter it If there is a chance Please let my soul kindle that light And cherish it
The best of its kind I don't really mind But fighting is futile The limited mind Prescription of both The nature and the universe First to beat all other slow goes Now it is concrete The alpha snail is the only male To get out of the pit And then die falling back into it
Deep sleep or light nap The dream is a dream The rest is crap I clap standing Like standing ovation To the life full of rest It is sufficient enough To pass the conformity test
People come and go Such is the nature's flow Things appear and disappear Such is the cosmos atmosphere One thing is certain You can't change Who will come and who will go But yourself you can love Without a show
Time is ticking fast my friend Save your grace and don't pretend There is a matter worthy of your hands Mind the merit, mind the phase Save yourself, save your ways One thing is certain, You will rot if you don't move Symbol of life is there when you groove
The dark wooden table in my room It belongs in fables Where witches fly on brooms I don't deserve the scratches It has upon it But I am grateful for labor That has produced this table For the use of my own two hands above it
There is a kimono I used to wear back in Japan And people surrounding me Were kind enough to let me be I hope I shed no fear, back then, On that foreign land, I trust my guts That I have had only courage to be shed Now, that the time has passed I still wear a kimono When back to Japan I draft