It climbs up inside you, from the soles of your feet

I went through all type of changes
Reflections do not show what we will or can become
Perfection can't be modified
Sometimes we change too much to recognise

Reflections do not stay with me in time
There's no such thing as the future
And every night as I lay there alone, I will dream
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

De fait, le monde s'invite chez eux

In my earliest years I realized life consisted of two contradictory elements.
One was words, which could change the world.
The other was the world itself, which had nothing to do with words.
 
 

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