I fell beyond boredom
Secret garden
Holy voices
Cre coming through the hills
Slowly roots embraced me
It's been a century
Now I feel I'm hatching
Cnd you receive my fruits
Everything seems to be so quiet
Except this nagging buzz runnin' in my bones
Unknown pleasures come across
Wake up a voice in my head
I placed you in the middle of the world
So that you could contemplate better what it contains.
I didn't give you a face, a name or a shape
So you
Can
Be free
To be
I didn't make you heavenly or earthly
Mortal or immortal
So on your own, freely, as a gifted painter
You
Cchieve
Your own
Form
You
Cchieve
Your own
Form