Two views of the locations merging into three or more
An endless flow of words and miles and miles of stars


Re-focus on distant stars
Brings less voices to entertain us
We will always be here

Keep cheap platitudes again

Disagree with my own self

No such thing as 'Who am I?'
Growing weary


Subdue these sounds forever
Someone visited my mind in wonder
Somewhere behind walls and halls another sight surrounds me

Voices say: "If you could set me free?"

Ignorant of the sublime

Someone said that the world is really strange
As revolving doors kept spinning
Up and down


In the world that I knew
I'll always be there

Read to me a story now
Can you sing your lullaby?
Growing weary


I'll be yours now
How can I be sure if I am me and you are you

It's hard to say: "Go away"