The lonesome explorer of
The territory yet uncharted
The needy and aloof weaved together
Close and far from your reach
I stand upon the edge of a precipice
A thousand images play inside
One after another they materialize
Into the great unknown
There are treasures and hardships
Gains and losses
Victims and winners
And then there is you and me
What is to become of this?
I hang on to the useless
I discard the precious
Forgetting codes and symbols
You are fighting a losing battle
Of a war you have no interest in winning
If I could give it all away
And if you could for once accept it
(With an infinite number of reverse combinations)
Our exile might become bearable
But the precipice is waiting
And I suddenly have no desire to jump…