Chasing shadows with a lantern

What happens if I see you?

Holding of a cliff watching the endless

At the end or the beginning everything is one

What you see is what you really did in the end

Feeling all I can’t forget and never change

Difficult to not be a little bit disappointed

First red and then blue colors that wouldn’t mess again

Digging my own grave with echoes and rhythms

A blind color mixes them and now are feeling less