some days i m only moved by the wind i look around but nothing stirs me within and i wonder am i the only one to see this quiet time as such a comfortable thing some days i m only fueled by my mistakes i turn around and slyly try to hide my face i feel as though i have to think everything through i don t know how i am to act or how to move when it s over i feel as though it were a dream and i wake up again i m new to everything some days there s not a way to bring me down i m floating up in the clouds to get around i think back to other times and wonder how it was possible to not have felt as i do now every day s another way to feel it s your own decision what is real so try them out all the different ways to play the game and work it out try not to want to be the same 