Behind each dark corner and blind spaces in hidden shadows
These faces emerge watching me along my travels
Alone I speak to the trees, the moon and my stones
Those which have shown me true colors and none other
We are a tribe, full of colors, shapes, sizes and different minds
So I spend time alone with much food for thoughts
Wishing that I could show you all the rhythm of vision
(within this dream I have got)
Cause right now we are imprisoned by our own fears
Subliminal messaging and impulse decision
With no comprehension of what you're backing
Here I am, now, manifesting it