the creation of thoughts a process which never ends our life guided by an idea a construction of a plan in the end just a goal soon clearance reaches my mind the stone rolled up the hill one inch to... failed In the Labyrinth of life The individual in it's hive all that remains just an illusion in the end what stays, confusion A quest entrailed by a god, a task with no solution nobody realized that's that core of our life an aim can be reached but our live consists of many every aim is it worth, the final goal is an illusion a plan creeps in my mind walls of logic are destroyed feelings (are) starting to rule my life a life of another kind reason should give the guiding line the senses are the other side none of them should be dominat the balance could be mine In the Labyrinth of life The individual in it's hive all that remains just an illusion in the end what stays, confusion A quest entrailed by a god, a task with no solution nobody realized that's that core of our life an aim can be reached but our live consists of many every aim is it worth, the final goal is an illusion