I`ve been in your world for a while. Was good, but I couldn't find myself there.
So I packed my soul in that little case and headed back to me one day before becoming a stranger.
Not sure if the way was missing or it was me getting lost in my own thoughts.
Here I am, listening to some music, free to make my new world.
[But sometimes the soul is not ready for that freedom we were striving for.]
Do you remember the moment you asked me to stay?
But, wait. That was my world.
Remember the experiment with that cat? The one is neither alive nor dead?
It makes so much sense for me.