They came and they went persons unknown wanting to know whatever they could not accept
They rejected themselves and their mirror wandering in revolving colourful doors tripping trips here and there fearing shadows projections
Hate or love they called it yet it was always the same dissatisfaction creeping harpies
Now what ? The dance is over the curtain falls
Cry me a river baby and I will sing a lullaby to your denial
Thank Gaia 