Its picturesque, this heaven appears blue like the sea;
and this entire yellow sun is only shining for me.
Quietly the wind blows through the meadow,
I know for sure I will last forever, perpetuated by Donatello.
I lie here, while looking at this one cloud,
It couldn’t be better, I’m a loner playing loud –
I got a plan, know what I do and got all under control,
here even Truman Burbank plays a side role.
Let me tell you something about manifestation:
The wind always comes from the wrong direction,
If you drift away and have no destination.
Yet I am the one who steers this ship with perfection.
But what if I’m not alone in this world?
The rain starts pouring, my world view has swerved.
Sonder is what makes me feel so little and undetermined,
My whole world vanishes, caused by this bizarre whirlwind.