from the chosen path worlds pass in distance

ways once important now revealed as false

again the fear to go

and the longing for a home



like a filter always my own projections

on the things that I experience

trying to outrun

the stench of my decay



living within frames

my memories are frozen

falling apart

my brains are broken



in the barren fields new domains unveil

where every impression is a mountain to climb

put down my last defence

floating, feeling the flow



sometimes encounters we touch like swords

but as the warmth comes we fade

desires remaining unspoken

the words are lost