don't be fooled by a timeless illusion
it's possible that, in the absence of culture, there is enough time to change a perspective
these rhythms make my head spin
scattered confetti in place of tired eyes
as the road swerves, not the driver
desperately praying to remove all thoughts and replace them with song
In theory, it works, but it won't ever
take my body to a permanent venue
a flowing lake overtaken by drowning flocks