Plaits

The whole universe trapped in a material body
Is waiting to burst into infinite, transforming shapes
Trembling forces, aggregated, for which
Common baits won’t have any power, but sense;
The loss of sway doesn’t need permission
From the mind to act as it feels too
Still the mind is all that will keep you, away from you;
What to choose?
Perception is changing, you are in the sunken place
Perpetual states of slumberness, covered by forgotten voices from the past
The muse and the guidance and whatever lies underneath invisible blankets
Just wires, perpetual states of slumberness
Covered by forgotten voices from the past
The muse and the guidance…
Come with me, for a walk for a while
Traces and so many marks, I left behind
Come with me, for a walk for a while
You were supposed to be the other child
Do you really know why I can’t be serious?
Cause nothing matters to me, I died already years and years
There were loops in my head strong image of tragic pain
But I’m here with smiling, maybe someday I’ll be fine again;
But the market is diverse, I know it must be hard
For you to take one’s hand, in silence, through the night
You do wish for love, but in the end is not enough
We used to talk about a world, in which the fear is not a part, so
Come with me, for a walk for a while
Traces and so many marks, I left behind
Come with me, for a walk for a while
You were supposed to be the other child