Open Waters - Pariso

Finally I return with a new perspective.

But what I came to realise nothing will change, these souls still float and the

clouds don’t part.

I tested myself and I survived, the leader of a lonely parade.

Do I set myself a path?

Experience is the name we give our mistakes.

My lungs fill with a new hope, the sense of uncertainty, a clouded year of

victory, comprimising misery.

Wash away my regrets, like blood from my cuts, use it to purify the weak and to

wake the fallen.

The air is cold here, the streets still empty.