
A lonely island where imagination lives dark and secluded

A lonely island where imagination lives dark and secluded

See! Two horizons. A sunset at their crosspoint. The road is now free.

A dark attitude nothing to unexpected only one white piece

Are you a vessel that's drifting on time and tide without a proud name

Something seems to be moving around and forwards almost in silence

It is underneath me where I have almost touched that what separates

I sit in the front the engine roars it's silent I see water move

I saw it hanging a draped net caught in itself knotless confusion

Bij elke sprong vliegt ze over elke schaduw die je oversteekt een leven dat ze schonk ---------------------------------------- With each jump she flies over each shadow you cross a life she gifted

I am sitting close to where the distance begins I am touching it

I am barely hooked to what forces me forwards to this empty force

You are going deep you will only meet yourself introduce yourself

Too many hinges around your outside window it looks to open

Obvious it is light and dark separation underneath the clouds

I see several stages of recurring decay starting in silence