as time
directionless winding
slows down
to a standstill
i am suddenly reminded of dream
i once had
a certain night i met a ghost
who spoke of chess and dying crows
no longer feeling all alone
i followed and asked we're we'd go
into a garden filled with snow
where walls are lined up not in rows
but in patterns most likely sewn
my a woman who is not known
we all have
different plans for the future
tumbling, spiraling down on us
we all have different plans for the future
but we can't fight it anymore
well, i
want to spend the night
right here
i won't move ever
replying, with a sense of irony,
he asked, what for?
what for?!
labyrinthine days ahead
a twisted future like you said
where fate exists but nothing is
an infinite loop never ends
kaleidoscopic visions spread
no yellow roses on the bed
to help me think of better deaths
to go on now would be pointless because
we all have
different plans for the future
tumbling, spiraling down on us
we all have different plans for the future
but we can't fight it anymore