Dreams
Thoughts
Puzzle's mind


Though he moved within us
His mastery resides above us


Can't tell what's inside of him
Not sure about the origin

Open mind that held him 'till the end

Somebody called him insane

With grace he took both names
Now on days his soul remains
And the time continues to melt

Call him crazy, maybe fool
I'll say a mastermind
But each canvas wishes to meet his taints


Legacy of dreams that play within
The heartless souls from those

Who faced him

Broken alliance with nightmares

That conflicts his couple soul
Claiming perfection with justice
He thinks he's god


Gala, help me!
Gala, wake me!

Wake me!

Somebody called him insane

With grace he took both names
Now on days his soul remains
And the time continues to melt

Call him crazy, maybe fool
I'll say a mastermind
But each canvas wishes to meet his taints