our birth, the 1st door is open a crying baby in the hand of a nurse a clean room the smile of a mother our first impressions blur we pass to the next door our childhood, the 2nd gate fear of ghosts playing with toys going to school but mostly too late growing up without any choice - when we close our eyes we fall so deep we're flying through the tunnel of the twilight sleep we pass this tunnel night by night at the end of the darkness we will meet our twilight - to be a tennager the 3rd phase discovering bad things like sex and drugs driving too fast to be vain enlightenment about illnesses like aids we pass to the next door... adult the 4th stage is reached to work hard is the highest priority many things from the past seem weird lose the childish belief in eternity - when we close our eyes we fall so deep we flying through the tunnel of the twilight sleep we pass this tunel night by night at the end of the darkness we will meet our twilight - to be old is the final stage what remains are memories more and more suddenly the belief in resurrection there doesn't exist a next door...