http://pestproductions.bandcamp.com/track/born
Is this all a dream to me?
Dull figures, smoking
Wall of noise, Whirlwinds of lights.
Floating through high rooms
Of cold steel and concrete.
Numbers, letters,
Delirium of senses.
Sky, earth?
I’m feeling hardly the wind.
Without taste and smell.
I am the one who travels and tumbles.
The spiralling stairs in isolation.
Towards my journey to the sky.