Soiled
Like particles of soil , a multitude of structures
Unseemingly we doubt in a world of nobodies
A world of nothings
Limitless capacities offer a variety of dimensions
In which we drowned
Submerged in the depth of lurking darkness
Where sound is fragile and light is a fixture
We're hostages fo time
A treasure waiting to be found
So where lies in the end , if the origin is yet to be found
What distance can we gain without the knowledge of point A
Without a compass we're lost in the valley of time
How shall we conquer this labyrinth set before us