Each day when I wake up I think,
In this world I assume, I’m a failure, no lies.

But knowing that, each night, I can dream,
Imagine being free,
I project my self and observe,
I fly far from your hellish world,
Where there are eyes that penetrate.
They look, they judge, criticising, censoring, punishing.
Mirror, mirror what do you see?
You are deaf, blind and mute,
And what I say, you believe,
Where are my mistakes?
I’ve been looking for years.
I’ve revised my past, my body floats through the present and in the future is my mind,
Resolving problems.
Existence is a dilemma,
In my opinion, he who thinks the most, reaches the answer first.
I see myself moving closer.

How nice life is when there is no hassle,
The landscape is still green and on high the clouds are stretching by.
The air is clean and free flows the wind,
Through the fields. I get up and stretch, I walk and sing, the birds follow me and I smile, hearing melodies in the chirp, chirp, chirp.
Or the tranquillity of the music of a river instead of city trains, cars and screams.

Aiee, its my paradise. There’s no need, and I have no fancy mobile, I have no motorcycle, I step on no accelerator, there is no requirement.
I’m alive and the taste is so exquisite.
For so many awaited and by not many appreciated, let’s not talk about them because they’re finished.
We have to try again, be born again, love and see ourselves flourish,
Mind the earth, because in the end, it’s going to be drained, it’s going to be drained.

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Shell recently made a big deal out of covering and securing the pipes which are lying around in Mayo, so that the weather can't do any more damage to them. However the rest of the experimental pipeline is rusting away in Donegal it seems...

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