We feel protected
by the symbols we live in
it's quiet in there

The full moon goes down
while I revolve around me
the trees have no leaves

For how long are you
gone are all your hanging cloth
an easy freedom

Can you see yourself 
as the black and white you live
all to dissected 

I copied my moves
to unnoticed every day 
iron strings attached 

The horizon lights
the road I drive through the woods
the trees are all gone

I do not know where
because I do not look there
to much illusion 

I disconnected
while untying this one knot
holding everything

A lonely island
where imagination lives 
dark and secluded 

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

Too many hinges 
around your outside window
it looks to open