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Departed soul of yesterday’s life

 I am a dream in a dream

 I hear the echoes of my preceeding word

 Above all surfaces in exterior dimensions

 Travelling the universe

 Touching the untouched

 Prism of psychological thoughts

 Is storming the barriers inside of me

 Still I am nothing

 Perhaps I’m a thought, my thought

 Self-absorbed in ultimate vision

 And the many spectres of life

 Are inside the outside of nothing

 I feel like I’m one with the atmosphere

 The atmosphere of some planet I don’t know

 I feel like I’m one with the atmosphere

 The atmosphere of some planet I don’t know

 Still can’t be

 Still can’t be

 Please God

 Recreate me