Inside the mind of we

it is time to perform the ceremony

we have nothing but this sad passion

g keeps remembering a feeling of wonder

in the great forest

then someone laughs out loud

he doesn't want any more

this spot is deep

and he isn't so sure

it's just a dream

his shadow

suddenly

he tries to appear casual

authors of anarchy

savour a unique point of view

someone claiming to be g remembers a pleasant dream

some real pros try to avoid

my favorite things

g blends in with the shadows

needing no introduction

jokingly

he is short of funds

dancing with falcons

he deals in magic

the shadows are deceptive

and moonlight pours in the window

what else did you expect?

archaeologists of wisdom

are responsible for

life's unexpected pleasures

g blends in with the moonlight

in a rather sadistic way

his sparring partner

loves another

and slowly dissolves

right out in the open

his imitator

changes philosophies when the tide comes in

fans of opulence

don't want to talk about

the spirit of compromise

an anonymous poet sits in a room painted red

g feels exceptionally powerful

seems unnaturally happy

he doesn't believe in commitment

and it's too cold here

oh, well!

as long as there are stars in the sky

g pretends to be interested

so everything's hunky-dory

he is hard to find while whistling

he fears nothing

and waits to be reborn

g wants to leave

we've just realized this

he looks worse than ever

and is a lonely hunter

he could be someone else pensively

it seems like the way to go is through the abandoned city

g must keep the faith

for it's all an illusion

g writes songs about a feeling of power

under the rainbow

someone hands him a flower

he sees her

the day is extraordinary

he isn't sure whether

this has never happened before

g doodles a lot

and there's no shame in it

many family members

request him to seek more satisfaction

but g doesn't listen

when the sun rises he talks to himself

and has a good cry

he knows about a sense of confidence

under the rainbow

not surprisingly, the crowd disperses

he feels the danger

everything he can see is crude

he is almost certain

the goal has been reached

g seems to be in the adventure

on a dilapidated bridge

then the light seems to grow brighter

unpredictably,

g can't move

the fantasy is brilliantly artificial

he is aware

it really happened

in an attempt to neutralize the fear

his stand-in

smiles very slowly

at the speed of sound

the men in white coats

are greatly impressed by

painful memories

g likes to watch

japanese poets

feel the touch of

the idealism of youth

the magician is getting nervous

from here to eternity

her spirit

spitefully

is working behind the counter

and returns to the mist

programmers of karma

are trying to ban

the city of greed

the head of the history department is extraordinarily lucky

on the rooftop

betrayers of eccentricity

bless your visions of power

g slides down the bannister

knowing it will make no difference

his in-house counsel

humbly

hums very softly

g has little motivation

and everyone is talking about it

the others oppose his intention to join the club

but g is interested in flying

several times a week

he does tricks for the mirror

changing shapes at will

and feels no more doubt

he turns into mist before your eyes

a guy called g

and is immediately replaced by another

who warns you about love, i'm sure

his laughter reminds you why you're here

and something is happening, but he don't know what

this is the moment g was born for

he isn't really getting anywhere

ignorant people don't think he should change procedures

but g is ready for a change

before breakfast he remembers something funny

and sees himself more clearly

in a rather sadistic way

his confessor

is bathed in golden sunlight

for an eternity or two

those regressive conservatives

exclude all thoughts of

the way it used to be

g dreams about a night of dancing

near the herb garden

the music gets louder

remarkably, g realizes where he is

the whole place is noisy

and then he asks whether or not

the appropriate measures have been taken

g will always long for an epiphany

in another city

someone cries for help

suddenly, he is himself again

the light is dangerously extraordinary

he is confident

this is the way it was meant to be

breaking the old speed record

his supervisor

routinely

dresses in black

spies of anger

have a philosophy based on

the evidence of the senses

g's lover likes cats better than dogs

the big guys

are feared by

a dance of freedom

trying to hide the guilt

someone hands him a coin

g becomes his own younger self in an instant

he is cheered by thoughts of a moment of inner peace

in a familiar neighborhood

this moment is organic

and then he claims

this was a good idea

the man known as g likes flowers

and it seems like a good idea

a couple of family members

assume he's planning to sit up straight

but g prefers his own ideas

before meetings he gets a great idea

and goes back to sleep smiling coyly

g lives in his own world

unofficially, of course

g tells me you're the greatest

he always knows best

it seems like you guide him past the sunrise

when we are forced to stay here

as you know, admiring glances will be detected in my work

here in happy valley

as strangers turn to stare

the smell of rain and the roar of the crowd

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