in empty darkness
the mind awakens
to the outer limits
of our own 'creation'
only dots shining
our time winding
life arounde me
everywhere but inside me
cold reach the lungs
my throat sunk
while the stars shun
a tree had now sprung
throught it all
I didn't fall
nothing pushing down
soaring unbound
I think I saw the whole
or else I wouldn't know of the old
ygdrädsil is gold as it flows.
