Depths under no creation,
a world of silent dreams,
playing forward each step recorded,
hollow faces deep followers push the boundaries,
young soul each day an age,
yearn for something blue,
its shade is never still,
are you free from the sky,
does the child play,
a sonder song and mask his hidden journey,
to be gay among the dreary air,
clouding my view,
born with questions from the time,
is he the one who chooses
fragrant memory sleep within the seed,
dream of moons that have come before,
the sun is floating on the seams,
drink once more no stone unturned
a song to tell the ages.
Lucious. T
grasp hidden truths within your dreams,
let them take you far beyond what you heard your brain tell you,
a blessing in a face that hides in the clouds,
i see you, i am you, you are me
with this knowledge i will be free.
sonder: "the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own."