Arco.
Stream
sometimes a word emergesout of the silent streamthat runs beneath opinionillusion of the waking dreamwe are not what we seemsomething prevents me lookingit must be for the bestbut still the half-heard whisperreminds me that i've failed the testto know your own unresti know a choice is comingfor peace or honestypour concrete on the footprintsfrom everything that you might belove will set you free
From Letras Mania