We can’t hold on
To the light that we capture
It’s gone in a moment
In pain or in rapture
Replaced every second
In a current of pictures
A world made of light
In our mind changing with us
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
We can’t hold on
To the light that we capture
It’s gone in a moment
In pain or in rapture
Replaced every second
In a current of pictures
A world made of light
In our mind changing with us