Castles in the air of dreams, built on ground biting days
Sluggish grind , slow moving circles of ways
Twisted shaped, crossroads of planets,
spinning round in my system-maze
Hours are to drain,
hours are to throw into daze
From the bottom of the spiral of grief
From the bottom of this spiral ride
From the bottom of these days
should false proved to be right ?
Years exist to run , minds to blast,
looks to stray, words to dig deep
Love to bloom and wither , lies to be fit to eat
To exist to exit ? To appear to hide ?
To rise to fall ? To know to forsake ?
To close my eyes oh, just before I wake ?