Luyện nghe bài hát Departure

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

The became a fingertip, touching his own

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

You cannot share, the is rising
Ghost and monkeys make a

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

Into the hills

Into the hills then to search for searcher's closely held goals
Into the wild under the billowing leafs
Under the birds, the singing soil
The decrepit babies, the new loves
The preaching alphabetics, the long lost
Never to their safely the mothers
In fact, all the guilty clouds that he will move into a
A sense of and shadow
All the stars touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his eye
The had become sinister to him
Alas, white
Alas, rainbow's middle infinity's
Another realization of this
All life's drums drink from bottles and visions