Neurons

The flowers on the tips of the neurons
Curled up into tight buds
Reflection itself stopped the air
I run
My hair dances with the wind
My bright thoughts get stuck
With the useless bounds of faith

When I'll open the borders
The faces will remain
Without feelings
We are the average
Model of the human
Is this the progress of this age

The flowers on the tips of the neurons
Curled up into tight buds
Reflection itself stopped the air
I run
My hair dances with the wind
My bright thoughts get stuck
With the useless bounds of faith

I am like the sand
I am like the wind
I am like a trace of words
I am like an impression of people
What are you thinking about me
What are you thinking about me
What are you thinking about me
What are you thinking about me



Credits
Writer(s): Alyona Dely
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