Confusions flooding in, even semantics doesn't have a clue, Rising complexities, guardian angels don't know what to do, After a thousand knots, now into the light I see. Planting new perspectives hoping they'll reach the edge of the galaxy.
Built as a broadcast delay, I could touch the tension in those stares, When I found myself being -once again- late. No warning signs exist against the struggle to radicate, For once, thought printing machine of mine had better not create a bait.