Strophe 1

Crossroads grow like flowers in spring
How to grow, how to keep pushing ahead
half-finished goals lie on a anthill
and they say: decisions of life – choose wisly

Gotta take the next step

Chorus

Decisions slip across the universe
Flowing like an endless smoke trail(s)
I’ll take it one step at a ti–me
Knowing that we know nothing

Strophe 2

Words like layers of an anthill
settling rules, until the wind surprises
Ants seem to know which way to go
and they say:
Nothing is gona change my— (world)

Chorus…