..and moderate, quite humble without tragedy in it. I sit among the paths to stride, don’t dare to make a choice tonight.
Let evening clearest words collide and in its shutter say the truth besides
What was not there may still be worth a tone, worn by an endless flawless sequence and undoubtedly shown.
The terrors of the few belong to the speechless scream who divides the who
Whoever we are will be revealed and no shadows left no shade to steal.
Yet I hope so much we feel to belong to the mystery that carries the weight of our soul
Inspired by the most handsome gown, I feel that I do need my crown that bears the weight of my sins today and I won’t make it there anyway..
So silently I slip away tonight into somewhere else and stars collide, the sparkles of the rippled moon on the water’s surface has the edge to rule
So fare thee well my dearest friends, I tread no more among the paths to quill. The best of luck hasn’t always been the choice of destinies own void..