The real thing makes me wanna sing,
just for the fun of it.
O joy, to know It,
to see It, to feel It,
to hear It.
Bringing about those memories,
broken en shattered,
or rich and full.
They are the tools i must work with,
bringing me closer to It.
And It will use anything,
to come trough to me.
Until I am close to It,
and finally reach out to It.
For It awaits me,
a life time or more.
And living together with It,
makes my life complete...