1. CIRCLES

Circles fade to stratosphere
You know you'll make it if you disappear
Dissipate to atmosphere
No one'll ever know you were ever here

You were made to dream
It's not ill-conceived
This world around you
Just can't perceive
You were born free, you're made to see
This world around you walks in its sleep

You know you'll make it if you disappear
Born in dream you may just reappear