t is getting scary. I'm getting cold. I'm losing track of time. The distance estimation, completely worthless. I'm losing my whereabouts. I must move a little slower, or a little faster, than my surroundings to keep control. From this different angle the landmarks that I'm used to are of little use.
Sunrays drawing hazy lines, they make a curtain wall - I glide straight through. Tiny dots light up, they sparkle then they disappear - I glide right by them.
Insecurity, like shock waves, would make me look (like) wounded, trying to escape. But here I am a giant, something strange and frightful, making empty space instead. But one day I'll be accustomed, I'll move without a thought. I will feel at ease, at home And then I will blend in and go unnoticed, and finally see all.
Sunrays drawing hazy lines, they make a curtain wall - I glide straight through. Tiny dots light up, they sparkle then they disappear - I glide right by them.
And finally se all...
My clumsiness shows that I don't belong.
And finally se all...
Sunrays drawing hazy lines, they make a curtain wall - I glide straight through. Tiny dots light up, they sparkle then they disappear - I glide right by them.