A spiral staircase made of dreams, misunderstandings, false beliefs. Every detour, every long way ‘round, showed the truth beneath my feet. Even if it’s just illusion now, even if I’m wrong today, I’ll run toward that hazy line, just to see what comes my way. Hey, yo—standing in the dark, tell me who you’re waiting for? Lost inside the crowd again, leaning on your dreams once more. Did you find a dream in a world where no one even knows your name? Can you see your goal at all when you’re swallowed by the moving waves? This moment, every second slips, drifting down the riverbed— turning into “yesterday” before the words are even said. Liquid bursts in the real world, fading fast but forming ties— here, then gone, again reborn, just like life before our eyes. Tell me—are you only dreaming from the place you’re standing still? Or will you chase a hidden goal, kick that ball with all your will? This moment flows to what’s ahead, riding currents to the dawn. Find the goal, ignite the spark— dreams explode, then carry on. Here they fade, and here they rise, binding, breaking—life in light. If that is so… stand up— with your will. If that is so… stand up— with your will. Tell me—are you only dreaming from the place you’re standing still? Or will you chase a hidden goal, kick that ball with all your will? A spiral built from every dream, misreads, myths, and leaps of faith. Even if I drift along half-awake inside the waves… I’ll rise again, I’ll float again, chasing what I dare to name.