Perennial Movement III

Strange and unpredictable twists and turns
Entangled in the wicked ways of the world
No bright star to guide me, to lead me home
No angel to sleep beside me, I'm all alone

Nebulous tapestry, faces from my past
All of which I believed would last
Why must my world so furiously spin
Lost in the now and losing what's been

Spread-eagled on an unstable ground
Like a feverish nightmare
Perennial movement of familiar sounds
Speak to me if you're hiding there

Are you hiding there?

The bright star shines, sublime, can I reach it?
There lies the key to change my ways
The tide turns and I must learn
To use this momentum
And let it govern my day

Spread-eagled on an unstable ground
Like a feverish nightmare
Perennial movement of familiar sounds
Speak to me if you're hiding there

Are you hiding there?

In dreams I speed across the plains
The plains of my paradise
Tempestuous explosions, a flood of emotions
I taste the essence of life

Spread-eagled on a stable ground
No disturbing flashes of light
My future is not out of bounds
I shall rise up from the ashes tonight