Perennial movement iii
SemlahEntangled in the wicked ways of the world
No bright star to guide me, to lead me home
No angel to sleep beside me, I'm all alone
Nebulous tapestry, faces from my past
All of which I believed would last
Why must my world so furiously spin
Lost in the now and losing what's been
Spread-eagled on an unstable ground
Like a feverish nightmare
Perennial movement of familiar sounds
Speak to me if you're hiding there
Are you hiding there?
The bright star shines, sublime, can I reach it?
There lies the key to change my ways
The tide turns and I must learn
To use this momentum
And let it govern my day
Spread-eagled on an unstable ground
Like a feverish nightmare
Perennial movement of familiar sounds
Speak to me if you're hiding there
Are you hiding there?
In dreams I speed across the plains
The plains of my paradise
Tempestuous explosions, a flood of emotions
I taste the essence of life
Spread-eagled on a stable ground
No disturbing flashes of light
My future is not out of bounds
I shall rise up from the ashes tonight