The mind knows what the soul don't want to see 
it's better to divide, topple over, this dream of me 
I can be, truly be, without soul and heart, without chart 
I can gaze into the window of my brain, to pry apart 
I can also lose myself in reason, in total treason 
of me, my being, my yearning, of lifes' seasons 

Is it better to be drenched in the gray matter
the bureaucracy within, to mix and scatter 
the lifeblood, the core of beauty and joy
to become a soldier, a jailor, to sow 
discord and trample the flower within,
where conformitys captivity begin 

The butterfly once soaring free 
wings drenched with reasons' fee 
unable to fly with winds of change 
Toll of logic heavy from frail wings hang 
Take me away from this prison I made 
this gray jailor that is lurking in the shade 

Free me from heavy thoughts of reality 
Ride in on waves of rebellions audacity 
Grab me by the brain stem, transform me 
Bathe me in the ethereal lakes of clarity 
Purify my soul from my treacherous mind 
help me leave all my heavy fears behind 

Transform me by eternal lucidity
give me back my wings to 'ever fly 
Once again to soar in the open sky 
into light, into the suns flame 
where my inner song remain 
untouched, unquenched and true  
burning still for me and you