“If we look across an ocean or at white dots in the sky they’ll feed up such emotion and yet we don’t know why.
So we can be like children pushing through the crowd.
Why question what we’re here for or who is behind that shroud?
Go build your dreams on sun red skies, don’t hold your breath when reality cries.
Beautiful souls be happy, be one.
Behold your dreams have now begun”.
Crescendo by Paul Oakenfold.
Soundtrack to my Winter Solstice _/\_.