What a pity
there is sometimes a turning point
a break in the equation
it could change everything
but you are stuck in the same old same
even if you wish
even if anything is possible
and impossible is nothing

There are some dreams that remain hidden
ideas that continue online
somewhere in the cloud
and are never downloaded
and are never seen by anyone
but yourself
and your fear

Follow the train lines
because you must
because it is how it is
you are not brave enough
to get off and run through the forest

And fear conquers you
and you stay there on your bed
without moving a single finger
because of fear
fucking fear
you could just stop this night and for ever

You wish everything was like before
no excitement
no fear
no pain
no dreams
but it is not
all what you need, is the impossible
but for what price?