Returning To My Roots

The open mind is a glorious tool for escaping from yourself

Every time I follow a star I end up lost in the depth

So we must follow our own breath to find light in mess

Carry your failures to an urn of ashes putting your head on your neck

We must insist on stealing time the seconds it took apart

Transcendental memories to be rebuilt from sadness to the sands

Living the life you want to or watching opportunities pass

Counting every minute we’ve been wasting is nothing but a trap

I will go back (I will go back)

Lend me some time (I will go back)

I don’t know how

But I want to feel like that again

Open a book and travel its pages tasting the smell of the ink

Your brain is an excellent landscape full of ideas and sensations to feel

But there are fires and nasty animals trying to make the forest disappear

Promise forever you’ll take care about it and I will rest in peace

I will go back (I will go back)

Lend me some time (I will come back)

I don’t know how

But I want to feel like that again

Returning to our roots

It’s something we can choose

Maybe you haven't realised

But you are a fire in the grill

Go to the mirror and see

What is what you want to be?

Maybe you haven’t realized

But you are a fire in the grill

Shall I change my dirty clothes just because they’re dirty?

I would rather change them by subtracting old beliefs

Everything surrounding me is nothing but burned leaves

I was in civil war but now the chieftain is asleep