|...it's a long long road towards the sun...|
Out of the storm, I gathered my tools
And left behind the stinking filthy material residues
Ready to divorce the cold murky colony
Erratically curled round my dusty destiny
To finally melt away to that serene lonely confine
Where I always commune with Sunshine
From the dance of the forest trees
I cease to feel nature's soothing breeze
I tried to walk through the moonlight
Yet it's so hard to find my sight
My hands untied, ready to fire!
Alas! Wither my scribbling desire
Finding the muse where would I turn?
It's a long long road towards the sun...