[Part] Ah, when the mind is free, so is the creativity Easily get blocked up, what I then find in blocks Is hard to describe, but it's more like a journey anyway Some distant homesickness in this desolation And yeah, I feel alone, because the path I follow Isn't visible to most, but when one day it clicks You'll also feel safe with me, no matter how I try with words The most intellectual can't be communicated Reflect and you'll see it yourself When you fall again like snow soon Enjoy the flight It's good for something and will bring back the fire You always shine and that's what it's about It's not about coming and going Not about full or empty It's about being [Outro] And making the best of it But with what kind of crap we fill our heads And then I wonder why I don't feel like dealing with anyone Actually, I want to create a connection But there's nothing to do when the depth is missing inside I just get depressed with you And I've been that enough I'd rather be at home with music and cleaning, than continue to ignore all the confused ones The price of personal development often remains A lonely world.
