I sure could know in this ring
anything I have learned
is chained between belief
and understanding what has happened
to every of our related skins.
Crosslight whisper back to you
not to lock that vision but take it
like a floating mirror or like a fallen down wall.
Each side of objects appear clear
and attractive but I meant something different.
Mind rewinds those days you need to re-sensetize
your knowledge and going on.
Life is only a section of this time
I would enter with my eyes,
keeping on heart that we'll surely meet again
over the years.It seems your way,
but you're complaining as if it were a fiction,
a film based on you, like a floating mirror
or like a fallen down wall
