The Sleeping Volcano

Open the doors, break the windows
Let the fresh air breeze into you

Life will be a sleeping volcano forever
If its bricks are routines and rituals

Everyday you walk the same way home
Everyday the same traffic lights
The same street names, same shops

It might take longer a bit, a bit harder
Strange will be the new paths, different
A simple way to shake off the dried mud

Open a new door everyday
Try something different
Something that smells sweet
Something that will wake it up
The sleeping volcano I mean

Darkness of Wakefulness

The darkness of wakefulness is sleeping
The light in that darkness is dreaming

Dream dream dream, dream
Wonders come about in dreamland
Mysteries unfold in the land of the fairies

What if the colours were redefined?
What if their vividness repainted you?

Dream dream dream, dream
Don’t let the nights pass by in sleep