| This world has changed | |
| Before our eyes - we can't control. | |
| Waiting to find | |
| Waiting here with nothing more to say | |
| Goodbye to all I have said | |
| Was waiting for decay | |
| Here I am, waving to the waves. | |
| Catch the dream before we are | |
| Left inside and everything is gone | |
| Catch the dream before someone else is | |
| Setting forth and illusive state of war. | |
| The shimmering flocks of shadows that | |
| Surround the walls we are looking at | |
| Mark of silence. | |
| It tells me to hide | |
| It hides the divide | |
| Me versus man | |
| Bear the silence. | |
| Tell me, mother: how can I turn back old times | |
| Maybe we are all asleep and die inside to taste | |
| The urge to feel so much more | |
| Closing all my windows to embrace. | |
| "Our identities are stories | |
| With holes in their language | |
| Slumbering, at the height of what | |
| Could have been synchronicity or | |
| Parallels in multiple dimensions. | |
| "Can we find any reference | |
| In this abstract color field | |
| This ambivalence, this dualism | |
| Can we see the details of a bigger entity | |
| What is the antidote | |
| To the triviality of modern life". | |
| Find the words to completion | |
| Take me there, where I belong | |
| Fallen into harsh delusion | |
| Drawing circles to my illusion | |
| To reflect me and my diffusion | |
| Waves keep lashing down on the old shores. | |
| Sunlight sails the soothing silence. | |
| I am spitting letters | |
| Paraphrased in sand | |
| My words are set on fire. |
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