Wavering to and fro, the cold wind of my first autumn,
First autumn of a personal renaissance.
A rebirth of life for such a radiant soul.
Never before had expression meant so much.
Life so full of Neolithic prophecies,
Just focusing creates a disturbing attitude.
After every awakening is a fear and blessing.
Come dance with me.
Celebrations have come to tell stories of old and ways anew.
So, hence, it is time.
The mythical age hath granted us peace.
Forget the hack-prophets and their 8-ball answers,
Wind down to the primal desire.
Desire in you, to escape from your shell.
Passion in me, to improve what i can not.
Leave the chaos behind you.
Leave it all behind.
This could be your chance for rebirth as well.
