The moon is bigger on the dark side, But I'm moved by the waves of the bright side. I hide, but I always know What is it the I hide, So what's the point?
Inside my missing spaces I find my own pieces, In what empty space I fill me, If I'm defined by my emptiness?
How do I define me with words Hollow as a flight in space, Precise and distant definitions, Incapable of adjusting to a vague chaos, Only understandable by the light of a microscope, Unaccessible to signs, Dissonant of what I feel, Of a laughable ungrace?
I run from what defines me, From my sentimental proofs, I locate myself in what takes me far from home.
I'm uncapable of recognizing me For I look in the mirror, and I recognize myself: I know I never had blue eyes, I know how my hair was, and how it's not anymore, I know healed wounds hurt more.
I've lived for 500.000 kilometers Never counted the travels around my world, But I keep going, Map and territory, Language and message, Thoughts and actions, Sailing through matter and frequency Through the ocean that keeps me apart from the world.