Should I get rid of all images past?
From the oblivious to the last
No more blurry faces or scary places
Nothing to hold on to, nothing missing
Should I let myself be free and naive?
To get lost in all wisdom I can’t conceive
Simply close my eyes and let everything change
Maybe this is the way to get rid of all this rage
Still, I can’t let myself astray in the oblivion’s maze
Life can kindle for a little more… Seconds of grace
Perhaps to summon up my inner demons at my iris
Before I go and fade at the edge of Polaris…