Hopes fabricated dreams are for sale
Intensions are sterile but only outside
We're wandering in ghettoes of someone else's fate
We're fighting in vain with nothing and lie
We are heathens and know no prayers
With minds being stale

Here to live in this puzzle
Don't make plans a new shuffle
Will make your hopes crush down,
Don't fight it? Mind it.
Passed it hundred ways over
All the same I came nowhere,
I got my mind colder,
I'm elder, stronger.

Got lost in this inlay
And found the way out
Millions of times
And milliard times failed,
Drawning and sometimes ready to cry
But rising to walk on, walk anyway
With no idea of what the prize is,
What's at the stake.

Yet I will face off the puzzle's troubles
And I will face out.