Singularity - Textures

This world has changed

Before our eyes — we can’t control

Waiting to find

Waiting here with nothing more to say

Goodbye to all I have said

Was waiting for decay

Here I am, waving to the waves

Catch the dream before we are

Left inside and everything is gone

Catch the dream before someone else is

Setting forth and illusive state of war

The shimmering flocks of shadows that

Surround the walls we are looking at

Mark of silence

It tells me to hide

It hides the divide

Me versus man

Bear the silence

Tell me, mother: how can I turn back old times

Maybe we are all asleep and die inside to taste

The urge to feel so much more

Closing all my windows to embrace

«Our identities are stories

With holes in their language

Slumbering, at the height of what

Could have been synchronicity or

Parallels in multiple dimensions

«Can we find any reference

In this abstract color field

This ambivalence, this dualism

Can we see the details of a bigger entity

What is the antidote

To the triviality of modern life»

Find the words to completion

Take me there, where I belong

Fallen into harsh delusion

Drawing circles to my illusion

To reflect me and my diffusion

Waves keep lashing down on the old shores

Sunlight sails the soothing silence

I am spitting letters

Paraphrased in sand

My words are set on fire