- cifra
Born to the glare of the senses
Spoon-fed reality infused
A new inherent ,passive contentment
You are so easily amused
Here and now we
Are gone in a heartbeat
A dream in the
Passage of time
Chances are fading
This world isn't waiting
The moment is passing you by
Questions lie beneath the surface
The fools are fooled once again
Benign coincidence
We stole our existence
And gladly cast it to the wind
Here and now we
Are gone in a heartbeat
A dream in the
Passage of time
Chances are fading
This world isn't waiting
The moment is passing you by
Slowly spinning on the wind back home...
