Returning To My Roots

The open mind is a glorious tool for escaping from yourself
Every time I follow a star I end up lost in the depth
So we must follow our own breath to find light in mess
Carry your failures to an urn of ashes putting your head on your neck

We must insist on stealing time the seconds it took apart
Transcendental memories to be rebuilt from sadness to the sands
Living the life you want to or watching opportunities pass
Counting every minute we’ve been wasting is nothing but a trap

I will go back (I will go back)
Lend me some time (I will go back)
I don’t know how
But I want to feel like that again

Open a book and travel its pages tasting the smell of the ink
Your brain is an excellent landscape full of ideas and sensations to feel
But there are fires and nasty animals trying to make the forest disappear
Promise forever you’ll take care about it and I will rest in peace

I will go back (I will go back)
Lend me some time (I will come back)
I don’t know how
But I want to feel like that again

Returning to our roots
It’s something we can choose
Maybe you haven’t realised
But you are a fire in the grill

Go to the mirror and see
What is what you want to be?
Maybe you haven’t realized
But you are a fire in the grill

Shall I change my dirty clothes just because they’re dirty?
I would rather change them by subtracting old beliefs
Everything surrounding me is nothing but burned leaves
I was in civil war but now the chieftain is asleep