Deep inside with doors that sometimes open
there is somewhere, sometimes, beauty and happiness, even inside of me.
But when I step through these doors and enter
this lonely grey world again, where everything is flat and
nothing really matters and where competition and status are
the eye of the world, there is nothing left for me to do than
hide away myself, hide away my feelings, hide away my dreams.
Sometimes a storm is too strong, even in the quiet moments,
there are limited steps you can make.