A future always shown as reachable,
Blinds the will of the soul
And leaves the mind frozen in the desert.
Hollowed on the ground for which he stands.
...
In a visual context,
We take the stars
And throw them onwards.
They are stuck before the sky
...
In the sky's eyes,
I am smaller than an atom
However, when I converse with the night,
It tells me my secrets.
...
writing is what I know. Complexity follows that but for the most part, I am a simple guy.)
Ecliptica
A future always shown as reachable,
Blinds the will of the soul
And leaves the mind frozen in the desert.
Hollowed on the ground for which he stands.
By the day's looming hours,
He wanders and wonders the plains of existence.
The night's lonely hour,
Fades him into lost dreams and hope.
That is an eternity short lived
By empty moments spanning a lifetime.
As memory best serves, however,
It was this home inside forever.