All roads end in disaster
All I can do is stand still
The scene around me begins to change…
And I start to see
Even standing still is not standing still
Disaster will end up finding me.
Tell me, when your eyes happen to open in the night.
And you begin to lose sleep.
Lost in a single thought.
Mind unclouded by the daily noise.
Covered by your blankets.
A place and time where anything is possible.
What is it that you pray for?