In the presence of a ghost,
or lack thereof,
we exist,
and the noises we make, guide forever
like a wave,
for ages,
from the surface of the earth to the sky,
like a wake,
born,
to
a wave, we are remembered in everything,
staring to these eyes again,
to look around,
oblivious,
we're going towards the star,
we're surrounded,
obsessed, with wars, heart, lows, visions,
ghosts, stuck in the haze of reproduction love,
still, the purpose not found,
born,
to star
we're remembered in everything,
so blinded to the shadow of man,
to look around,
oblivious
going on armistly, it accepts us,
we don't need to be what we've always said,
and the
will makes us rational,
so we keep going on.
we shine,
through the deepest of deeps,
and the will makes us rational,
we're in your
arms,
we're always close,
we keep going on,
until the end stops,
until the end stops,
oblivious,
orphan human kind,
born,
to start forgetting everything,
to not recognize the eyes,
to fear the hours before the dawn,
and to erase oneself out.