Whirlwind (Inglês)

I’ve been drinking a lot of coffee, lately.
Is it regenerating my mind?
Is it keeping me awake and aware?
… I guess not.
I feel like I’m dormant in this world,
Living in a fantasy of my own design.

I’m wandering around in every corner
Trying to discover something fresh, something new.
I’m hoping the Harmony of Life to be fulfilled
When I’m the reason why it’s destroying it all.

I have a mind, but I feel empty.
I have a voice, but I’m speechless.
I’m lost and I am found
In this whirlwind,
Always spinning, destroying and reconstructing.
Getting things upside down.
Over... and over again.

The decisions I make, their purpose
Will have to pass through society first.
I dream of impossible dreams,
That slowly destroy my Being
As I’m getting older.

Freedom. I’m carving for Freedom.
The Ultimate Peace of the Spirit.

I feel restless, thinking what I can do
To please everyone, to please myself.
How can I do it?