Leave No Trace
Born to the glare of the sensesSpoon-fed reality infusedA new inherent -passive contentmentyou are so easily amused
Here and now weare gone in a heartbeata dream in thepassage of timechances are fadingthis world isn't waitingthe moment is passing you by
Questions lie beneath the surfacethe fools are fooled once again
Benign coincidence -we stole our existenceand gladly cast it to the wind
Here and now weare gone in a heartbeata dream in thepassage of timechances are fadingthis world isn't waitingthe moment is passing you by
Slowly spinning on the wind back home...