Light reaches in through the window
We are not in contact with anything
I’m trying
We dream for a thousand years
We are not in contact with anything
To confuse emptiness with a lack of
We dream for a thousand years
I don’t converse in my dreams
To confuse emptiness with a lack of
I will ripple like rings in the grass
I don’t converse in my dreams
My pride is a ball of light.
I will ripple like rings in the grass
I’m trying
My pride is a ball of light.
Light reaches in through the window