once accepted into the true bond
you will not retrace
the origin of voices
you can only go forward
humbled
to spread yourself on the sea

and no faces
that you will ever need to read
no fear
no roads to make you hesitate
confuse the trip
you can hide under the sky
as if you owned it
and when recovered
brush it off your shoulders
go further than light has ever promised

and no time
no time to watch days running out of it
crippled and broken
there is nothing of this world
you will ever need to bring forward
but yourself
the dream
the nightmare