I knew a man
who followed nothing but the word
with folded hands
because his books has told him so
he felt complete
up to the ambiguity
that people feel
when they stop to follow
and as the structure fell apart
(in a vacant space)
couldn‘t return to dust again
(on the open road )
the wind is blowing through your hair
(as you stray away)
will you remember who you are
I knew a man
who felt to be nothing but a shell
with folded hands
but no direction in a way
from day to day
the overwhelming emptiness
that people shun
so they start to follow
and as the structure fell apart
(in a vacant space)
couldn‘t return to dust again
(on the open road)
the wind is blowing through your hair
(in a rocking chair)
will you remember who you are
the wind is blowing through your hair
(in a rocking chair)
will you remember who you are