The procession strides on and on in a white silence,
along the edges of consciousness.
A line crossing space, with a final border in the end.
Do I live my live in free space?
Is it following the line?
Or am I just heading towards the final border?
The procession strides on and on in a white silence,
along the edges of consciousness.
A line crossing space, with a final border in the end.
Do I live my live in free space?
Is it following the line?
Or am I just heading towards the final border?
