I have to cope with clumsy thoughts in my head
Face my neurons and nothing else
Like the gavel of a Judge they beat my skull
The rhythm of a Russian ball
The storm was passing like a train
In my hypophysis…
I know, beyond the storm again
I’ll find the sun
I’m sure this paranoia will die
And I’ll reborn
I have to listen for
Shadows in a rush
And sweet memories
Playing hide and seek
Now I glance the light
I would like to find
It surely rises where my ego ends
A man is reborn
I had to cope with clumsy thoughts in my head
Face my neurons and nothing else
Like the gavel of a Judge they beat my skull
The rhythm of a Russian ball.