Born casual. I throw my feet through every open door I find. Wherever it leads, no fingers-crossing , I don't mind. Step by step, crossroad after crossroad, I walk the line. I see the world in so many various ways I'd like to live a thousand lives, walk a thousand ways, wear a thousand masks... I'd be the pretender for you to chase me Miss Parker But when it comes to me, to choose one and one only, I feel the weight of every move I could make I fear the void behind the door I should take I just sit starring at those people running all around me. Because when you choose something, you lose something Your ability to renounce is what, in fact, makes you king. But can I do it? Can I just even imagine it? After all life goes on. So excuse me if sometimes you think I'm just too high Keeping it open, but no word can come out from a mouth that dry Stuck between ideals and facts, I lose myself at night I can't belong to anywhere as long as I can take a flight I'm never there. Always halfway from another place. And I don't give a fuck about how half full or empty's that glass. Not only points but endless lines of view My best memory will always be something new. The only constant thing is change. Unable to rearrange I'm looking for the best shrink or the hardest drink. And what about music? Do I need to choose a box I won't fit? From Verse to Hargrove be sure that I'm in. No matter what the beat is, if there's truth in. You won't find, what you seek, If you chose not to take a step As slow as your yellow train is it won't wait. No one can told There's no plan About life and how it ends Hurry up while you're still standing on your feet Your are teased But not spoiled Make a choice and tick a box Will you stop waiting for the perfect move There is no fate or destiny We fall because of gravity But it's also what keeps us down to earth

Let's talk about time, wonderful time. Because they all talk about money and race. There's only one step from hourglass to quicksand,so... I'd rather not be wasting, skipping it, watching it or even try to earn it Doc Brown where's my DeLorean, riding the Hoverboard is part of the plan. Insomnia, delirium, dreams of eternity, eternal fantasy. But where is the meaning of it all. Sit down or run, chasing the invisible, hope as only horizon. The choice is yours. I take delight in, experimenting with un infinite and enjoying each fleeting moment of life. From sunrise to sunrise, you'd rather be curious than wise. No need for me to find a cure to this so-called disease. Mindfull of eagerness,and things I can't confess. If I watch your "fesses", this is allabout tenderness. I hope you will enjoy the ride, but sorry, you'll need to get lost before you're found. Hard times will comme and you will have to overcome it, then, no time to waste feeling sorry for yourself. But are you ready for this?