My life is like a circle here.
I keep tripping on my shadows.
The moment is elusive here.
Clarity evolves as my life slowly revolves.
There's no Oasis here.
I'm not afraid of crying.
There's no Oasis here.
I'm not afraid of dying.
Haven't I been here before? Is the circle thus completed?
The shadow seems like holy friends.
But what was news just once again,
Repeating all the trends.
There's no Oasis here.
I'm not afraid of dyying.
There's no Oasis here.
I'm not afraid.
I'm not afraid.
I have been living, lying, lying waiting.
Loving, hating anticipatig my life,
Questions with no answers my life.