Why am I not a star?
Why am I not a sun?
I am just a point, running and running,
Why am I not a sun?
I am just a point, running and running,
a random point on a random circle.
Just whirling around.
Less or more, I don't know.
Questions are huge, who is sure?
Less or more, I don't know.
Questions are huge, who is sure?
Running away from real, escaping towards life.
Blissful sensations of positive sadness or the hollow joy of victory.
What is the centre of your circle?
Questions are huge, who is sure?
Blissful sensations of positive sadness or the hollow joy of victory.
What is the centre of your circle?
Questions are huge, who is sure?
The souls worn out of mediocrity.
In the race of tangibles, losing on intangibles.
Better or worse, its relative.
Where is the absolute?
Questions are huge, who is sure?
In the race of tangibles, losing on intangibles.
Better or worse, its relative.
Where is the absolute?
Questions are huge, who is sure?
-vC