oceans who'll lead me on ? and as the masks are torn reality shows another power of perception takes possession of my second self drifting to a distant horizon and as
heavy thoughts were in the air tension close blue clouds were drifting by as they met once some great things are going to happen I was told things
ourselves don't know which way to go for help building castles out of sand, slipping through our hands and no chance to hold back one moment as we watch
endless decline: we begin to fall and nothing will save us (from turning into nothingness) on my ride into changing horizons an abrupt alteration keeps me in doubt as