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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