Two views of the locations merging into three or more 
An endless flow of words and miles and miles of stars 
Re-focus on distant stars 
Brings less voices to entertain us 
We will always be here 
Keep cheap platitudes again 
Disagree with my own self 
No such thing as '
Who am I?' 
Growing weary 
Subdue these sounds forever 
Someone visited my mind in wonder 
Somewhere behind walls and halls another sight surrounds me 
Voices say: "If you could set me free?" 
Ignorant of the sublime 
Someone said that the world is really strange 
As revolving doors kept spinning 
Up and down 
In the world that 
I knew I'll always be there 
Read to me a story now 
Can you sing your lullaby? 
Growing weary 
I'll be yours now 
How can I be sure if 
I am me and you are you 
It's hard to say: "Go away"