Mind - Namnambulu

Marching down the road

every day for far too long

and nothing ever changed as long as you can think

Asking once again

what if this would be the end

was it worth it or did you pass the missing link?

Trying to make sense

in little signs that in the end

prove to be nothing more than scribbles drawn with ink

And it’s hard to still pretend

that every second of your life

has been planned by others just to see you sink

And then you close your eyes

and take a look around

it’s where you’ll always go to have your sacred ground

It’s here to keep you save

a place where you can hide

no matter what is wrong you’ll reach the other side

To have the liberty

to do what makes you free

no longer limited to all the things you see

It’s here to keep you save

a place where you can hide

no matter what is wrong you’ll reach the other side