Two views of the locations merging into three or moreAn endless flow of words and miles and miles of starsRe-focus on distant starsBrings less voices to entertain usWe will always be hereKeep cheap platitudes againDisagree with my own selfNo such thing as 'Who am I?'Growing wearySubdue these sounds foreverSomeone visited my mind in wonderSomewhere behind walls and halls another sight surrounds meVoices say: "If you could set me free?"Ignorant of the sublimeSomeone said that the world is really strangeAs revolving doors kept spinningUp and downIn the world that I knewI'll always be thereRead to me a story nowCan you sing your lullaby?Growing wearyI'll be yours nowHow can I be sure if I am me and you are youIt's hard to say: "Go away"