I don’t know where I am I don’t know where I am going
I don’t know what I love I don’t know what I hate
But I cannot stop
The will that drives me to empty thoughts
The cliffs of reality begin to crumble beneath my toes
The rushing air of autumn breezes muffles my screams
The wings of the dragon spread to command the skies
I cannot stop
I know what I am
The moonlight is a dark beacon
I know where I am going
I cannot stop
The will that is renewed with predatory instincts
I know what I love and I know what I hate are the illusions of sharing dreams
For I am because I always was.
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