I don't like to be put into scripts.
Maybe I'm claustrophobic
If we all exist
In a glimpse,
What are lines
If they are to be broken?
I don't want to be coffined into the limits
What are those, if there are n0ne?
What is life if it carries no spirit?
What is "us" if we're all One?
Broken into fine pieces
Walking lives "on our own".
We are prisms of an infinite crystal
Light shines through into different pictures
Till we're gone
Till we're gone
Scripts
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