Basnicky.sk

Oh architekt you are so cunning
Oh Lord of Ego you lied again
lost my purity in the bliss of me
finding again to see
Thee of Light which ever shines
uncapturable by my mind.

The house I live now in is ashes and dust
yet this prison is what I love the most
since even you my Father isnt enough
to let go...

Rain is washing thoughts away
spending the day in silence
hoping to build a new home
a home without walls, doors
a home belonging to the World.
and yet it would be me who will build it.