This Moment

Memories

travelling slowly down the walls,

as sweet as their whispering may sound

they are only ghosts.

Voices

building castles in the air,

but as beautiful as they may seem

they will disappear.

So don't look back

and don't look forward.

Just take my hand

and come with me.

In the fever of this moment

we will drown,

falling deeper into the unknown.

She who's writing the story

can't comply,

but in this intoxicating stream

we'll remain unseen.

So take my hand, come with me.

From this cloud of light

we'll breathe endlessly.

In the fever of this moment

we will drown,

falling deeper into the unknown.

In the fury of this moment

we will sink,

for a moment we will disappear.