The night surrounds me
while I'm loosing my brain
Morphey's left me, alone I'm standing awake
Hit by sounds of time and all my past life
When I close my eyes
my mind fights against my lies
I'm led by the moon on a way through a moor
Thrilling with the leaves
my thoughts are spread by the wind
Then I hear voices coming from nowhere
Some kind of fantasy blowing my reason away
To enlight my drab survival
I'll stay in my worthwhile insomniacs!
An Elf whispers me "respect", "sensibility"
To trust what I see
throwing my glance beyond the mist
My feet on the ground
I can feel earth's energies
Filling my spirit with logic and fantasy
Then a charming muse
tells me to stop and feel
Maybe in this world
we can fly without wings
Power of creation