White Towers

The honesty of lonesomeness
This glow of green gleams in my head
No pictures framed, no memories
Can bring me to the state I once had lived
They’re just second hand thoughts now

I get a shiver in my bones
When I think of this as home
A static voice inside my mind
Tells me up ‘til now I’ve been wasting time

A lapse of faith in absolutes
The farewell search for concrete truth
My trembling steps toward rising suns
The ocean breeze is now my Rubicon
The die is cast, now onward I go

I get a shiver in my bones
When I think of this as home
A static voice inside my mind
Tells me up ‘til now I’ve been wasting time