sitting...current dragging...wind mills

I'd like to be the vital no.1...everywhere for everyone

standing...hearing voices which come to me



gust of wind knocks me down, I lie in the dust

tears, rivers, the small kingdom

I fall asleep... strangeness surrounds me

dragged away... losing my soul



flying I see landscape surreal

I feel like a child, careless in the world

then I am caught in the whirlpool

I feel like a child, careless in the world 



I'm heaven that gave you promise find my way maybe somewhere in between

I wearily try not to hurt them find my way maybe somewhere in between