Lost in the mists of time
Sleeping quietly
Waiting to be found
While the moon is changing
While the earth is spinning round
Tales of inside outside feelings
Prints and pictures
Etched into our minds
Filled with dirt and darkness
A misbelief is what we’ll fi nd
It’s a time-trip into our past
Into the memories of life
A mind-trip to see what’s last
To break the chains of inner strife
Bent by ancestral burden
We try to wipe out
Pictures of the past
Memories of a stranger
Are we more than just a cast?