Having sensed
some strange thirst
For the unknown
From the far depths
of your being
From your private
and hidden riches
I am the Past
That you must release
An Idea,
a form of Being
Looking for the light
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
Having sensed
some strange thirst
For the unknown
From the far depths
of your being
From your private
and hidden riches
I am the Past
That you must release
An Idea,
a form of Being
Looking for the light