I have the envelope in my hand and it makes me wonder
Is it for me or was it meant for me to post?
I stand at the stairs , and I now hear a thunder
Was I climbing up or going down, all my memories lost!

And I open my bag searching for something
Something...Which I don't even know
There are times when I lie down on my bed
Knowing not if I'm resting or getting ready to Go

I can see the traffic signs,I can hear the police whistles
No doubt, my senses are fine
I can push a car, I am strong enough
But oh Lord! I miss my mind

What happened to me just moments ago
Seems vaporising in the thin air
I have no idea where I came from
And into the shining sun I stare