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Here I am
standing alone in the croud
hoping to find something to do
going crazy about he mood

An old sensation is coming back to me
a feeling from ages, when I was young and naive
A desire of freedom, of destruction
of standing my ground, to be my own self

Nothing makes sense, but it feels right
We are all alone, together here
We try to be different
end up being ourselves

Everything seems to be different, still the same
things are moving, even when I know that are still
explosions of light, color
infinite spiral that gives birth to itself

What am I seeing?
have I been trapped in a dream ,and now I'm waking?
Am I walking near the door that borders with reality
have I been sleeping for ages?

I feel the life escaping with every breath
I'm growing old, the life going away
This was supposed to make me old
but it makes me young, makes me wanna play