Lucid, caught up in a dream;
Diving head-first into this lucid sea
after floating through its stream:
this lucid dream whose only theme
Is nothing more than me...

Following this one-way-road,
Thinking 'bout where I went wrong;
Flowed continuously with my heavy load,
Wondering where I even belong...

Looking back at my past, still can't see;
I may be free, but I still am a slave owned by me.
I can't get a break 'cause even if I sit down and wait
Life will move on, increase its weight upon me;
I can't think straight, overthinking won't alter my fate.