Letter to a Young One

Do you crave freedom?
Is your passion inflamed?
Breaking out of your inner spacee seems to be your aim.
How am I at the moment? I really cannot say … too deep to stay living,
too high to go astray.
When I recall the past now: I wonder where I’ll go.
But I can’t get out, no I can’t get out.
Keep on living in passion.
Keep on living in pain. But I fight my doubts …
I know you crave freedom, your passion is inflamed.
But you can’t get out, no you can’t get out.
You keep on living in passion, you keep on living in pain.
And you fight your doubts … yea you fight your doubts.