in my dreams i see reality,
while travelling through space i feel the sweet scent of mortality
air flowing gently around me pushes me to unleash my troubled mind
divinity is in the reach of hand
rush rush rush
looking back from the mirror on the wall my vibrations turn into the sound
beating the pulse of nature takes me to the deep cold dark blue state of desireless posesion
illusion, a fake of what could be better then this reality
and what is not a reality for every dream is true
travel far by standing still is the most ability i ever acquired