The games changes, labyrinth unfolds.
i unfold, reveal, the depth, who is this?
The faded expectation, the eyes gone dim.
i rise, not for anything, it isn't anything.
It is being, it is becoming beyond the fetters of judgement.
Standards, standards, standards.
Running for the measure, the ideal, something...
Who knows the potential of eternity?
The *******, the fear tied to the circumstance of survival.
The shiver down the spine in dark places, the shadow of death.
The natural reaction, i am unfolding, from the habits.
Those burdens like stones holding me from thinking.
The worry, the perfection, the ruse, the lie, the prestige.
The game, the foe, the mirror, what did i see?
who did i chase? a mirage of eternity based on?
Its not for no one, its not for nothing, i unfold and so be it.
So see it, in all its mess, its imperfection.
i desire, i fly, i walk, no longer shackled, no longer bound.
The habits of the eye, the heart, they lie in the past and I step
Forward