I was wrong
Thought there might be a difference
I was wrong
I just noticed it; a difference is not always there
As long as it's a difference no one cares
I just realized the muse behind it
It's a difference that aims exceptionality
It may sound as a paradox but it's a reality
Thought you can't find two mountains in a small place
Guess I was wrong and I found a new race
Yes, you can find two mountains
Each one on top of the other
No river goes by
No birds fly by
Just the sound of a new mystery
Pierces our ears with no patience
We have to face it
Yes we have to face it
Before arrogance vanishes
And the day finishes
With no one there
Absolutely no one
Wandering in a place with lights and blues
Which now causes sands in boots
I've never been in a desert
Oh, such a nice desert
When you actually walk along with hundreds of people
And eventually find yourself alone
With nothing that would let you live
And with nothing to live for
The time is right, and we're wrong
We were born
We become toddlers and suddenly sand
And then we go
And then we go away
When the zephyr whispers in our soul
It whispers a new ambition, a new hope everyday
A cold dark night follows with impetuous doubts
Scattering like the dust across our track
This wry and cynical sense of acquaintance...
Just fades away...
It's surreptitious and mythical
It's either inapt or underhanded
It paces up and mingles with your soul
Without you noticing it
It's pure and transparent
It's both joy and sadness
You can't even know it or define it
It doesn't make a sound or a feeling
You need a sixth sense to feel it
It's neither hot nor cold
It's absolutely nothing at all..


