Is it all going to change?
Is my mind floating above white clowds,
Is my life mine?
what you've expected from life?
Got no sound in my head,
but got no real problem, either,
Is it all so simple?
Are you reflections of my personality,

Is it staying like this?
while someone is down there, in control?
Is this, that, all of it,
What you've asked for?
strange as it may seem,
so why should I care?
Or as simple as complicated it can get?
or is it the other way around?
is it none of the above?

Quietly you hide, wrapped up in your thoughts, questioning and pondering,
What life has so far taught.
Quietly you remain, deep inside yourself, observing things around you,
Comparing and contrasting.
Quietly you reside, debating how you should hide, all your thoughts and dreams, from all those that surround you.
Quietly you sit there, never been one to talk, or say what you think,
Or give away what you feel...