Information blows into my sails
A oneway communication
No one to talk with
No one to help me
I'm lost in a moving see of opinions
No compass to steer by
No compass to decide
Alone on a sea beyond the reach of the eye
I have no route, I have no plans
How can I choose?
I'm sailing to the West
No land to get some food
I have no ideas. I have no opinions
I'll sail to the East too
I'm sailing up and down an ocean
I can't reach any land to live
I need a compass
How can I choose?