Blinking she wandered into the eighties, striving...
it happened quite suddenly as these things do and...
Have you ever laid on your back
in a darkened room and watched...
What is life, but a vapor in the wind?
What's the point, we all die in the end...
Filtering brainwaves,
a demon gliding down the Nile...
And shall the clay speak?
Shall it ask of the the hands that shape it...
First cycle:
Like old farm wisdom states...
Strolling down the memory lane,
Mirages do not seem so strange...
When I hold a paper piece and pen in my hand
Then my fingers starts to flow on them...
Many fight to live
but many fall in battle...
I am the sea, this is the shore
Waves crash, ask me for more...
They stole our liberty
though...
Started as a trip to get away from my regrets.
Slowly the car comes to a halts to a stop...