Still awake I continue to move along Cultivating my own nonsense Welcome to the wasteland Where you'll find ashes, nothing but ashes Still awake Bringing change, bringing movement, Bringing life A silent prayer thrown away, Disappearing in the air Rising, sinking, raining deep inside me Nowhere to turn, I look for a way back home. -John Myung, ‘The Wasteland’, 1997
The terror in our mystery, of bloom and aura; Behind time and death, are my beckoning illusions, a majesteria of our hearts, dear wanderer...
Tanta belleza no puede ser real.
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Still awake
I continue to move along
Cultivating my own nonsense
Welcome to the wasteland
Where you'll find ashes, nothing but ashes
Still awake
Bringing change, bringing movement,
Bringing life
A silent prayer thrown away,
Disappearing in the air
Rising, sinking, raining deep inside me
Nowhere to turn,
I look for a way back home.
-John Myung, ‘The Wasteland’, 1997
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