Omnio In The Woods...
In the Woods...
299 796 km/s
Not long ago, in mind, we picked our choice. And we gathered together and greeted nature by storm. Our bodies layed down, as we fell... And our faces turned away from the earth. We trembled into the world of dreams, the cradle of imagination. Our knowledge was complete, all our needs fulfilled ; though we could not feel a fairytale so unreal, for adventurers like me and you, being nothing but shadows of our mortal selves.
In a way, I perceive myself as my own god, my own master, my own slave ; I am but a thrall towards my own desires. And just when it all seems so hopeless to break free from what I have done, I will try and do it all over again and flow with the waves like the sun. I draw parallels between intuitions and instincts I carried since dawn. When dusk comes, I would like to see I was wrong, though I still am a thrall towards my own desires.
Oceans of infinity... One shall seldom witness such forces in motion. One shall seldom take their part, we join and we breath, genesis and revelation. Whatever that happened as we came along, for we stepped into what we had remembered as the world of dreams — like an infant still crawling in it's mother's womb, a Jesus Christ whom never left to see — the source of imagination. We crawled out from our drunken sleep, though we could not understand. From heaven to hell.
Not long ago in mind, we picked our choice. And we gathered together and greeted nature by storm. From heaven to hell, from all to none, and father to son.
Rock / Avantgarde / Prog Rock