I opened my eyes nand I saw the sun doing likewisencursing my yesterday’s head nI slowly got out of my bednFor everyday seems the samenAnd I’ve got no one to blamenI’m not blind but I can’t seenIs there a wall in front of menAnd will I take my dreams to the paradise’s apple treenMaybe that could come truenLike a picture that I drewnThat I drew nnFor everyday seems the samenAnd I’ve got myself to blamenI’m not blind but I can’t seenIs there a road in front of menAnd will I take my dreams to a place where they can be freenOr maybe a storm is at brewnDark as the picture that I drewnThat I drew nnRed , Green , Yellow and BluenColors are mixing without a cluenSome say it’s all in my headnOthers say the picture , the picture is dead