I no longer live, just think
And thought is a messy, complicated web
A subtle lace made of nothing
Clouds
Of twilights
Wind

Everything is silent
The rainbow is gray
And I increasingly vague, more alienated
I walk the sky and the earth sitting here
Without a voice, a look, a movement

I will have died without knowing it?
It would be nice but can not be
I still feel trapped by a thousand ties

Still feel the skin to the sun and moon
I hear the rain falling on my street
And life still hold me in your arms