• I see the sun and the stars,
    only to wish that the moon would fly me to mars,
    in the time the earth revolves, in the sequence this sentance is solved,
    sketched out in an earie memory, living life in the midst of fantasy.
    He of which had the time to sculpt me, created this memory ,
    that is now fading into another dream.
    The more I look at the world, the more it seems unreal,
    these letters only getting harder to unseal,
    these pictures I have read, the words not understandable.
    For the things I imagine are unatainable.