the creation of thoughts

a process which never ends

our life guided by an idea

a construction of a plan

in the end just a goal soon

clearance reaches my mind

the stone rolled up the hill

one inch to... failed



In the Labyrinth of life

The individual in it's hive

all that remains just an illusion

in the end what stays, confusion



A quest entrailed by a god, a task with no solution

nobody realized that's that core of our life

an aim can be reached but our live consists of many

every aim is it worth, the final goal is an illusion

a plan creeps in my mind

walls of logic are destroyed

feelings (are) starting to rule my life

a life of another kind

reason should give the guiding line

the senses are the other side

none of them should be dominat

the balance could be mine



In the Labyrinth of life

The individual in it's hive

all that remains just an illusion

in the end what stays, confusion



A quest entrailed by a god, a task with no solution

nobody realized that's that core of our life

an aim can be reached but our live consists of many

every aim is it worth, the final goal is an illusion