I don't understand myself anymore who's the real me?
My inner thoughts wander into hazy ways of lazy luck
They distract my dream of human harmony, so how can I find this lost key?
Walking alone pretends being safe in solitude but my friendliness once got stuck
From a daily distance I love my family dearly 'n' smoothly but without decisive dreamy depth
Is there a way to extinguish my excentric egoism without losing my ornamental oddities?
Broken dreams of making creative career have emptied my wallet so I was led to lonely streets where I have always slept
People didn't see through my secret spirit that kept me locked within desperate, docile disabilities
So a cry for help wasn't heard, therefore I prevented being hurt by hiding in crumbling caves
Looking for love from a lady is the first step that I sometimes recognize without my foolish face in disguise
Time will tell if I once find back fierce, eternal friends, family and a 'femme', without being hold back by psychotic spiritual slaves
Searching for solidarity without smoothing over my sincere silence is the balance of being wise without a life of lies