I’ve got new target,
I wrote them out and got scared,
there’s so musch to do.
That is ambition,
it will change your world for good,
or kill you trying.
The music is gone,
lost in a tomb of dead phone,
that needs waking up.
I hope for the best,
a change, a win, just something,
that takes me away.
It is time for bed,
turn out the lights and retire,
to a dreamy land.
