All that is solid melts into air
the air for people to breath
the air for people to share
the air for us to steal each other

No chance to go back
And no use to despair
When all that is solid melts into air

and you have shifting sand in your shoes
but it’s now you who can choose the direction
no protection, no connection
so much to gain, nothing to loose

straight paths, illusions
shortcuts, conclusions
institutions, destitutions
maps and tricks and traps
books of rules – confusions
deluge of delusions
free will is freewheeling whenewer it wills
steer cleer of ill-will and do what you will
don’t confuse the giant with a wind mill