I live a life of foals, chasing perfection in every corner I am.
Always doubting the fact of reality, I take drugs and waist away.
Finally my being has a reason, the reason of being whatever I am.
I chase myself back to the corners, back to the places I used to be.
Now I'm whole and complete, but then I wake up and fight again.
Nothing has changed and I'm still a foal.
But now I know, everybody is.
