Sanded pearls falling through the narrow neck of time Thousands of paths are furtively opening before my steps Splinter of a temporal incision healing in a heartbeat
And thus I stand on the edge of these fractal dilemmas
The luxuriant canopy of stillborn destinies Twisted constellations with esoteric roots Whence shall I write an indecipherable will with an unconscious hand
If my guiding star is one mid the milky way My life wavers between the befallen and the unbefallen
And thus I stand on the edge of these fractal dilemmas A mosaic of sorrow beneath those forbidden truths
Is this but the last shred of my unfulfilled dreams? Or the unfathomable fruit of a perception surreal by its omnipresence? My thoughts are coiling themselves up to drift along the meanders of time – as an ingenuous butterfly that would vanish into the oneiric spectrum of my bottomless sight...
Fading into the void's omnipresence I shall carry the voices of nihilism
And thus I stand on the edge of these fractal dilemmas A mosaic of sorrow beneath those forbidden...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
