Shadows following me?
Or I'm following it?
All the time it came in front of me.
Came with a sound that may light up and may turn me down.
...
Concealed, that they'd always did,
Persuade every time,
Making strong, but hollow from inside
Like in the desert
...
Chasing Shadows
Shadows following me?
Or I'm following it?
All the time it came in front of me.
Came with a sound that may light up and may turn me down.
Keep repeating,
Keep rumbling
around my head,
Shuttered in my eyes,
and turn nebulous
Like nothing was there.
Naive past but now become nacre.
Disappeared and leave a scar of all those shadows.
All those nice things came seldom,
But when they go,
quashed with a mourn sound
& make me chase shadows.