Where do I live , I asked myself ?
In light, in dark or in colorful state
What is my dream , what is my way ?
In search of my questions is all I say
Who are they, What do they feel ?
Is real, is true or is it my will
When life is here, what is the end
When life was away, where did I stand ?
When thoughts are known, but grounded
When I am no more surrounded
This path is clear but still some smoke
Crossing the lines like endless fog
Closing my eyes I tried to see
World is one, but they look like three.
