Everything's just walking by,
while the gloomy look stays aside,
we're all looking far,
far away - to our dream world.

We believe,
there's a chance to believe,
a point in the future -
to aspire with a true desire.

we need only a sign,
lit in the crimson horizon,
seen across the sky,
so we could know where -
our road leads and untied.

It isn't so hard to keep along,
we just keep on moving on,
with a look and a stare,
and the feeling of first graders despair.
Should we be a bit unconscious?
Be more naive,
a bit more of desire.

can you please, tell me,
where I'm going to?
Can you please help me -
avoid all I'm going through,
when my fears surround me,
and the sounds makes me hide.
Can I find a shelter in your wisdom?
Can i seek an answer through your face?
Give me an option to decide where to go,
so I won't wander and ask where I'm going.