I feel like the train has left the station.
Am i on it?
Did i make it?
I have lost my grounding.
And i don't know if want it back.

No one knows where the train is heading.
We don't know what we’re waiting for.
The endless circle wanna forme again.
But can we smash it?

Time is dragging itself.
Stumbling over it’s toes.
Why are we rushing trough life?
Is being busy even an excuse?

Reality presses on.
I don't wanna let it in.
Lots of things are at ease.
You just lift up your chin.