Could it be that we got it all wrong
somewhere on the way we took dead end road
and the navigator firmly holding the course
has been blinded by the sun and lost the destination point

Could it be that the anxiety
sweeping suddenly through the central nervous system
when it glows right in the front of your nose
is one of the true feelings given us to experience

Could it be that we missed the right turn
while the battery needs recharge and the fuel stock running low
and the navigator proudly seems to ignore
that it takes much more effort to make another mile forth

Could it be that the reference point
is hidden somewhere outside of your coordinate system
time to time showing up between the lines
and the notes and the letters and the halftone dots