DESERT

It's a frozen image
ghosts living in the village
of my mind
where real things became fantasies
I'm an illusionist
in a desert without a oasis
with roads to take
and nights to beware
the air feels hot
eyes stay cold
there's a river waiting behind them
to flow until it dries
carrying what I've kept in depth
inside me
but for now
here's nothing but me.

28.07.12
4:18

Grimes - Genesis