Where is the turn
I know I haven't missed it
but its waiting kills

I'm moving and running out of my boundaries
playing in some other's ground
Having joy but happiness

Drilling the time
to obtain my own substance
and it hurts

I need your essence again
the freedom of my soul
far from this cell

Where are the feelings
that used to drive my life
that showed me the way to you

Pictures and fantasies feed
the loneliness of my everyday's living
with kaleidoscopical aromas

Unreachable substance
of an unbearable living
made-up with anodyne reality