Losing sight

A seed once new
Overgrown
Tangled vines
Made of stone
See a wave
Come around
Draw the shape
Of a sound
I can breathe
In the dark
Make believe
All we are
Emptiness
In the end
Where the seed
Grows again

Why do we do this all the time?
We're losing sight of what's real

Let the darkness grow
Going with the flow
Sometimes you just have to let it go
Go where it wants to



Credits
Writer(s): Stephan Kreussel
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