but i miss the music
theres something i haven't told myself
the truth
i lost, i gambled, i walked the farthest
symphony is dying
and the sand strings don't play
hear no anger, see no shy, feel no empathy?
magicians and mathematicians
holographic sensibilities
contained
tracing back to my fleeting moments
maybe in the 7th dimension
time will no longer be the thing
and i'd be de-morphed
