It was my favorite past time
Watching the flow of the mystic red river...

Desperation night passes in vain
Culmination behind the curtain waits...

Mirror mirror where are you
Iam searching for you everywhere...

There's the temple called love Outside the circle...
Lines of sand drawn between...

Waiting with eyes glued to the screen
Hearing the night silent and still...

Morning sun
The magic of the wind...

There! Right there....can you see...

One by one seasons went by
Clouds turned to rain...

Until one day I felt pain
I looked outside and waited for the rain...

Sinking further and further
Into this night sky...

(Independence...

Complexity,
fire and the chimney alike...