http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G642DU9unfU
(One Last Try - Machine Birds)
Elegiacally, leaving that ocean behind...
it is truly no longer recognized with vast wastes of
mankind's failure.
When my feet finally take shape again and hit the ground beneath me of my new home country, it is solid. The weather is not what I am hoping for, winter has come early. Yet I don't remember there ever being a summer this year.
I am walking along the seaside road and the ocean waves capsize on the boulders in friendly hellos and I realize that this is my ocean. I might have left the one before and burried it at the sea, but here -
this one greets me.
You have to let go of one ocean
to become part of another.
(One Last Try - Machine Birds)
Elegiacally, leaving that ocean behind...
it is truly no longer recognized with vast wastes of
mankind's failure.
When my feet finally take shape again and hit the ground beneath me of my new home country, it is solid. The weather is not what I am hoping for, winter has come early. Yet I don't remember there ever being a summer this year.
I am walking along the seaside road and the ocean waves capsize on the boulders in friendly hellos and I realize that this is my ocean. I might have left the one before and burried it at the sea, but here -
this one greets me.
You have to let go of one ocean
to become part of another.
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