INTO ABSOLUTE ZERO

INTO ABSOLUTE ZERO;
All my skills fall to zero
And it's rare I set any goals
To live long means to be a hero
For all the younger ones under your wings

I go
Wherever the wind may blow
I can't be anchored down
And miss the attractive glow

The glow of the wings of freedom
Well, it's a way to escape from reality:
By building your own fantasy

It's a dream, to be payed to visit oblivion back and forth
And bring back souvenirs
In the form of memories
Of creations developed over the years

But like I said, it's a dream
And dreams are meant for sleeping.
The only people who can achieve them
Are the ones working, not weeping,

The ones who set their goals in reach
Who are satisfied with (what I see as) the prison
Humans put their minds in, the mainstream
Thought of "we are all equal as we bleed in crimson"

But even though, I soar;
Above skies of indigo, above moons of violet,
Above cotton clouds of vanilla scents; and the sound of the wind's uproar
On eight wings of freedom,

So that no one may steal
My freedom of imagination from me
Before I regenerate and heal
That which would be taken from me.

So I breathe in the moment,
"Find yourself within yourself"
As my guideline, my thoughts as my omens,
And live as if every second may be the last