Stars fall, humans rise, and me I can only seek after...
a reason to smile, a motive to run, a way to choose...
looking for a place in a world.. on earth or in the sky.
This is the somnambulant’s instinct, fleeing the real world,
being in the limits, sleepwalking between dream and reality,
rising the night then falling the next day,
counting the fallen star, counting down the hours of insomnia.
