Textures - Singularity

This world has changed Before our eyes We can't control Waiting to find Waiting here with nothing more to say Goodbye to all I have said Was waiting for decay Here I am, waving to the waves Catch the dream before we are left inside and everything is gone Catch the dream before someone else is setting forth an illusive state of war The shimmering flocks of shadows that Surround the walls we are looking at Mark of silence It tells me to hide It hides the divide Me versus man Bear the silence Tell me mother how can I turn back old times Maybe we are all asleep and die inside to taste The urge to feel so much more Closing all my windows to embrace Our identities are stories with holes in their language Slumbering, at the height of what Could have been synchronicity or Parallels in multiple dimensions Can we find any reference In this abstract color field This ambivalence, this dualism Can we see the details of a bigger entity What is the antidote