Your eyes won't open wide enough

And you're constantly surrounded 

By the swirling stream of what is and what was

Well, we've all made our predictions 

But the truth still isn't out

But if you want to see the future

Go and stare into a cloud

And keep trying to find your way 

Out through that maze of memories

It all sort of looks familiar 

Until you get up close, then it's different clearly

But each time you turn a corner

You're right back where you were 

And your only hope is that forgetting 

Might make a door appear 

Is it your fear of being buried 

That makes you so afraid to speak? 

An avalanche of opinions 

Like the one that fell that I'm now underneath 

It was my voice that moved the first rock 

And I would do it all again

I mean, it's cool if you keep quiet

But I like singing 

So I'll be holding my note and stomping 

And strumming and feeling so very lucky

And there is nothing I know except a lifetime's one moment

And wishing will just leave you empty 

So you can try to live in darkness 

But you will never shake the light 

No, it will greet you every morning

Make you more aware with its absence at night 

When you're wrapped up in your blankets, baby

That comfortable cocoon 

But I've seen the day of your awakening, boy

And it's coming soon

So go ahead and lose yourself in liquor

And you can praise the clouded mind 

But it isn't what you're thinking, no

It's the course of history, your position in line 

You're just a piece of the puzzle

So I think you'd better find your place

...

we went to sicily for the weekend. we actually went to hear KingKhan&the Shrines. sicily was just a place. favorite Mark's bend.
we arrived right on time. 9.30. flat. concert started at 2.30. next day, right? Annie was so pissed, she went to the backstage, asked: yo, when are you starting? 2.30. she came back to me. no, no way. no concert starts at 2.30. that can't be.
next scene: 2.30. kingkhan puts his glitter on and here they are. it starts!
it was amazing. energy. people. they are so free and so, well, they are not vain. their startdom is fictional  and they now where they are standing.
they are true heroes.