There’s really no way you can escape yourself,
un-see what your eyes have seen,
every feeling you have felt is in you,
caused a reaction which influenced everything
from that moment on.
Feel the frisson, this transference of energies,
now you know why you did what you did, hell, do what you do,
but you cannot make it go away, erase the power point,
for as it takes from you, it drives your dreams,
the truth to know there’s a circle to avoid,
rather follow the tug, the invisible li(n)es in the stars…
Belief is the sketchbook of your dreams,
pain is the one who shows you the way.