Weave my entire mind on an afterimage
where I crawl my fingers, and I’m done
In the gap of mislaid times,
I go toward a different dimension with your feet.
Illnesses of the world are pressed against the holes
on the wall and go beyond them
morning's I’ve lived.
they bleed on the counted fingers and I forget the time
I wish upon far away stars
in the afternoon and pray on the earth
In days of waiting for dreams,
I move forward with the force of lives I encounter.

With these scratched palms I stoke my face.
Followers end up in the sea of crisis
The day breaks. Future full of negativeness and the eyes of tomorrow
live in time to curse the blood.

Time goes back through the passage to when I found you

Lose in evil thoughts,
its head drooping while the history speaks the poems of why
I wait for positive words.
A carved the seal of live. Its meaning are infinite
Absence of death indicates
unknown silence that the wind faces
A cipher to read intention.
The eyelids meet and a double voice appears.

While I search for the words of supremacy
The loss, loneliness and failure, sharing representation of
the conditions of working shed many tears
Then form individuals of different generations
It is a premise that the direction
we face is based on lined up lessons of its symbol
I learn that a "self-release" was equivalent to the culture which
its composition has taken over and a matter of self-characterisation
Where have these thoughts come from?
Are they compensation of freedom based on our daily lives?
After persistently believing that no one shares the same thoughts,
take action for yourself, your family and relatives.
Betrayed, worried, make a smile and
do casual things like having conversation.
Difference of time and methods you've learned.
it projects you upon a visible fact.
it turns into the force of endeavours to keep going
til tomorrow, the day after tomorrow and ahead
The existence of a time you and I have found becomes significant.

Run through the days with all your strength,
and the future arrives with its heart ticking away


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Worn Heels and the Hands We Hold song meanings
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