I have seen spacemen, on the whitewalls painting shadows, of the unknown powerful rivers flow under the deepest unseeing atmosphere dream dream far away for what you see to the deepest where the shadows are now leaving
Mountains stay for an unknown pray and change there position for a gravity faith they fly with eagles, dancing with wolves eating with snakes, are you glad for the cure? So I have seen spacemen, on the whitewalls painting shadows, of the unknown
My head is spinning when I’m lost in the woods -the spirit rises- a rain into an endless night, I remember your face from before you died to your funeral, but I never cried Mystic magic underworld, to the uncanny valley