Our days are filled with events,Our nights dreams and fantasies,somewhere between birth and autopsy,somewhere between Europe and Asia,Someone in fear that it’ll be over soon,Someone is waiting for that all starts,Someone stopped and not in a hurry,Someone is struggling and not giving up,Constantly face the choice Of two evils, if possible, less,But not make the right conclusions From what happened and the past,In the eternal search for certainty And stability,We, by example and experience,pushing the boundaries of consciousness