Luyện nghe bài hát Departure

He was in his room, half awake, half
The walls of the room to alter angles
Elongating and shrinking
Then twisting completely so that
He was on the opposite side of the
A trick of the and too much caffeine, he thought
Then a knock on the door
And sound was the same dark brown tone
As the wood of the door was made
At first he he'd imagined it
Because it would not been out of place
With the other strange hallucinatory events of night
But then it came again, only heavier time
With a sense of urgency, so pulling himself up
And stepping through pools of and shadow
He made his bleary way across the towards the door
And slowly, apprehensively, the latch

The latch a fingertip, touching his own

Energy sapping as a new form, the edge of his emotions
His power became his agony, his knew no bounds
Whereas before, his peace have it's vastness
His became an endless force of the all impossible
His final soul is flying the contempt only
the legendary glance backward deep with
Eternity's stone in peace or save is already again

You cannot share, the temperature is
Ghost and monkeys a choice

He tried to himself back to bed
He desperately to feel the reassuring
Crisp, white once taken for granted
To be back home, as houses
An' protected by covered in familiar patterns
But wallpaper had become sinister to him
He staring into the paisley print
And seeing a repetition of
At night he would to the click of heels on concrete outside
And try to imagine the features of the unseen figure
He would see his own face
And another of this prophecy rang terrible and true
For at this moment, it was indeed, his own feet that filled the
Shoes that no man would to wear

the hills then

Into the hills then to search for another searcher's held goals
Into the wild under the billowing leafs
Under the dreadful birds, the singing
The babies, the unhappy new loves
The preaching alphabetics, the long lovers
Never to sons safely the mothers
In fact, all the guilty clouds that he will into a playground
A of moonlight and shadow
All the touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his middle eye
The had become sinister to him
Alas, cold
Alas, rainbow's middle destination
Another of this prophecy
All life's drums drink from and visions blinded