a vanity rises in the middle of our motion - with
ever-changing colours of
illusive existential components - unfictitious
presence, scars and
withdrawal, leaving us to wonder... - i want to
see, but my eyes are blind
- should i seek for a guidance of my life? -
beyond a flock of confusion -
i ask for a return to original form - without any
agreement or concensus -
determination has already been chosen - free us
from a process of
decadence - free us from a procession to our
graves - back to the state
where things just started - back to the place
where i belong - i want to
see, but my eyes are blind - should i seek for a
guidance of my life?
Links
