You are hurrying to the sweet place, To the nonsense chasing your spirit And in the nonsense you look for answers.

We measure everything by ourselves with almost a necessary conceit.

Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.

While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.

You are hurrying to the sweet place, To the nonsense chasing your spirit And in the nonsense you look for answers.

My mathematics is simple: one plus one = one.

For a moment at least, be a smile on someone else's face.