no reason to say we matter, no reason to say I matter. no new way in this world, now new freedom to be found. scattered souls sparkle the human runways, far away cities dazzle in magazines. sinful nights bleeds away ever so slowly to morning fog. as I awake, to find no sunrise, but everlasting beauty. upon the hills of redemption, what had god given me but hope of floating scents, of good of evil and most importantly of the wanderers. we walked this land, but you claimed to see more than what I have painted. we build this scapes together, great wanderer.open your eyes wider and you might cross into other paintings, open your mind wider and close the chapters one by one. remain an outsider, outcast yourself, it is not this world to see your talents.as your fingers touch, my melting soul, our lives centuries apart, suddenly flows, those rivers cut right through our dreams. maroon fascinations, addictive saffron’s, and ageless fabric, woven artificial just like the master universe. I was asked to go, where you wanted to go, as I stepped into the 6th land, under billions of stars, I encountered your destiny. I don’t want to go anymore, faith and fate, shall lie with me, as I step aside, to let the star-shine over your grave. faith and fate, in the morning fog, shall dissolve this creation once again.