Oh the moods
The moods that swing
Aren’t they the real muse after all?
The words are lost
The man is stuck
No new passion in the air that calls
A person
Or a passion
To be in the arms of I long for
Else, life is dull
Wake, eat, work, entertain
And weep to sleep in a lonely bed
Turning your passion into work
Just makes it work
Nothing else remains to stimulate the brain
Oh, I want to dive headfast again
Think of just one thing all day long
And be consumed by the fire it burns within my heart
I need something new
To give my all to again
Under Transformation 