Thy soul is bending like a drama,
lucid dream in infinite dimensions,
Thy whisper is more like an unspoken spell,
philosophy and music into one creature.

Don't look into the darkness, my precious soul,
we reflect our weaknesses into this world,
Don't bend over the ocean, we have so much to learn,
the blue infinite is our fear,
Magic, shamanic passion shaped in interludes...

it never ends.