I met you like a river meets the ocean,

You lit my world like the sun lights the earth.

I loved you like a bee loves flowers,

I longed for you like a penguin dreams to fly.
But some dreams are never meant to be,

Like the moon reaching for the sun.

Yet still, you remain—

Forever in my heart.

I sit with my thoughts, they whisper, they creep,
Dark little secrets I swore I would keep.

I scare myself with the things I feel,
The weight, the doubt, are any of them real?

I smile, I laugh, I play along,
But inside, it all feels so wrong.

Is it me, or just my mind?
I’m scared to look, scared to find.

The meaning of creative breath.
No one sees them,
they're the source of oxygen.
They nourish with thoughts,
symbols, and visions.
Don't ignore it.
What flows through us
is beyond us, and next to us.

Se cern arginții boltei, prin sita de safir,
Totul viu, ferice, crunt au să-l răpună.
Și să-i facă rece, nesfârșit alb cimitir,
Norii cei negri, oștirile lui Eol s-adună.

Regina Morții, cu dalba-i mantie, călare,
Suflarea-i de sloi, a tăcerii pânză țeasă.
Luncile cu joc și râset, pierdute-n uitare,
Blestemul vieții de apoi, alb pustiu lasă.

În codrul de plumb, un lup se tânguie amar,
Cine ne-a luat a primăverii poftă de viață,
Al verii dulce poem, al belșugului har?
Se odihnesc toate, sub pătura de gheață.

Control is a moment fleeting,
A fading feeling in-between fate.
Therefore, it's said that love just happens.
Clearly, it's a lie too great.
"F*ck you, my puppeteer..
A Fool you make of Me!"
But when I look up,
I see the strings strung tight
around fingertips of mine.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Don't look back to me like that at all.
"Who is to blame of the land?
Why, it seems control was in your hand.."