Golden Days

We were born in a colourful complex,
Particular parts of that entirety make every detail.
Parts that seem unrelated fit together
But it depends on the point of view.

You can see those shady times.
You feel it hurting.
You feel it's under your skin.
You feel it's under your skin.

Senses are dulled and you see just black,
The stream of warmth flows through your veins.

Am I getting it wrong?
I know there's something missing.

It's the time, that's flowing through your hands.
Exaggerated fear has been misleading you.
There are colours that are real.
Your consciousness suddenly finds out,
That you have found your golden days.