from the chosen path worlds pass in distance   ways once important now revealed as false   again the fear to go   and the longing for a home       like a filter always my own projections   on the things that I experience   trying to outrun   the stench of my decay      living within frames   my memories are frozen   falling apart   my brains are broken       in the barren fields new domains unveil   where every impression is a mountain to climb   put down my last defence   floating, feeling the flow       sometimes encounters we touch like swords   but as the warmth comes we fade   desires remaining unspoken   the words are lost