Insula Songtext
von Anachronism

How to find some quiet
When we have to cope with
Sixty thousand thoughts a day


Core of emotional consciousness
Where the perception of sensations is born
Convergence of physical and mental states
Cradle of intuition

Like huge rocks on our path
Constraints are our allies

Insula

Must we always be in control?
Maybe we should surrender to mystery
And take a distance