Leave the past behind, lay out your cards
Like a grain in the stormy skies
Let your feelings flow, a spark in the neon light,
But those who see will help you along the way
The straight way!
It seems we are living in a maze,
It’s an illusion we choose our own path there
And every step leads us to the same lure,
To figure it out, just try to change the rules!
Dazed but still alive, a shaking hand just
Pounds the wall again,
An enlightened mind avoids this well-known trap