Lonely laying the world immense,
the space in my mind does not exist,
my self belonging turns into confusion,
I dream of a perfect world with no illusions

Nothing is what it seems when i wake up from my dreams,
longing for a time of clarity i pray for self tranquility,
the more time i lay awake the less fog i see,
becoming clear in my mind is the road of life

It evolves with complexity, temptation, and irony until we die,
a short life of mistakes seems nothing now,
The choices we made so innocently then,
determine an eternity of time that now begins.