Just now
I was dreaming
Then I woke up
This stirring in my heart…
I don’t know what it means, but it won’t fade
A sky of crystal blue
So calm, it’s terrifying
No fire, no thunder
And yet—my chest is screaming
Is this a mirror of me?
I can’t recall the voice I spoke with in that dream
A void-space
Turns me into a rushing wind
Not indigo, not crimson—
It shines with something else
If I can’t remember
Then I’ll create it
This calm, this unrest
Is everything
My life is becoming
Enough already
Why keep looking back
While you’re blind to the now?
Forgetting that voice—maybe that’s right
A void-space
Turns me into a rushing wind
Not indigo, not crimson
It shines with something else
If I can’t remember
Then I’ll create it
This calm, this unrest
Is everything
My life is becoming
A dream is just that not reality
What matters
Is the scent of the wind
That blew through the dream
A void-space
Turns me into a rushing wind
Not indigo, not crimson—
It shines with something else
If I can’t remember
Then I’ll create it
A void-space
Turns me into a rushing wind
Not indigo, not crimson
It shines with something else
If I can’t remember
Then I’ll create it
This calm, this unrest
Is everything
My life is becoming
