Evil1977, man from Las honduras: What happens when you feel life begins to stop maikng

What happens when you feel life begins to stop maikng sense? Im coming from nowhere Just going to anywhere ‘cause i’ts the same story That is repeated deliberatedly Again and again Without stopping Feeling you’re dreaming Dreaming youre feeling When the leaves turn into roots And the wing becomes a foot Life is like a train A train that comes from mars And spaceships come from the sea Everything is floating, everything’s so near Ligths seem to be dark, darkness is so real