Out in the distance.
Shots rang in the distance, distance the epitaph of time.
Home that I wanted to know, a feeling I wanted to go.
My mind tells me knowledge, lies at the feet of belief
in reason, the herecy of the soul.
Secrets are the only lies, you never wanted to tell;
Truth, facts of your own creation.
Visions, the reality you risk to lose.
Clocks, grasps at time,
lost and found, in the blink of an eye.
Loss, a deep desire.
Depth, the myths of playing with fire.
Life, someone else’s fiction.
Peace, the silence inside you.