In a spiral of confusion
We're spinning
more and more losing ground.
Trapped between
birth and death
we bear
our thoughts well.
We bow down humbly
To night light
brighter than the sun.
We are afraid of
subconscious awakening
and foggy trails
of mind.
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 8:24 AM UTC
In a spiral of confusion
We're spinning
more and more losing ground.
Trapped between
birth and death
we bear
our thoughts well.
We bow down humbly
To night light
brighter than the sun.
We are afraid of
subconscious awakening
and foggy trails
of mind.
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