Evergreen colours Burning from these dying lights All the ashes from our minds
To count all the days Then to still dream and still care Same sad smile anyway Not noticing these little parts Yet yearning to change anyway
Am I sober or am I high Normal or abnormal Memories never lasting Dreams of deja vu
Distorted sense of reality As harmony emerges from chaotic lace
Distorted reality of sense As chaos emerges from betwixt order’s legs
To embrace a part of myself that is yet to be… As an actor on Horizon’s stage, I hear the unknown not knowing whether I listened too. Trying to listen this time I’ll probably hear something new.