
Chamber of the dead;
while life bustles overhead,
entomb old secrets.

Chamber of the dead;
while life bustles overhead,
entomb old secrets.

The horizon’s bright:
my flight is a metaphor;
adventurer’s life.

Walking by a park;
above, the motorway roars—
below, some leaves crunch.

We think we are brave
craving to climb to the top—
too scared to jump down.