I want to know, but nobody knows.

How in this world, you come, and you go.

If the soul lives in infinity, where does it go?

The truth is unknown, but we are not alone.

What is out there is a mystery untold.

People live in fear; they fear the unknown.

The little we know is, the more we obey the rules.

They weaken the mind while we undermine the soul.

Our hopes are filled by freedom but mentally enslaved.

I’m talking but not heard; I’m talking with no sense.

I’m portrayed as a lunatic,

But I want to know…