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