Last night I closed my eyes
And I merrily started painting the skies
I saw an endless thread of hope
Leading to a remote stunning boat

The world around is a black and a white haze
And I am in this ambiance with a pale anxious face
My fears are just so blue
And my sensations are tremendously true

Should I run? Should I hide?
Should I step ahead and enjoy the ride?
Where am I? What is it?
A big illusion for humans’ instinct?

People laughing, people crying
People surviving, people dying
People buying, people begging
People praying, people killing
People giving, people stealing
People living, people suffering
People caring, people torturing
People loving and people hating

Is it heaven? Is it hell?
Should I give up or should I yell?
That beam is magnetizing me
And my ambitions are forcing me

So I step forward just like a smiling grace
And the red roses are my trace
But I am suffering; it is painful!
Walking on thorns is too harmful!

Will I arrive? Will I ever reach that light?
But GOD what is happening? I woke up!
Everything seemed so real to me
However, can you ever predict and foresee?

Everyone is I in this huge fantastic planet
In our dreams, a cord of hope guides our target
However, we are living creatures in an enormous weird chess
This makes my light every human’s pursue of success