In each moment...

I am colors hidden...

This is the paradox...

Let's keep it professional, let's keep it real...

Teach me what you know...

I see you standing in front of big city lights...

I sit, and I look...

I can't erase thousand years of history...

The authentic you isn't always glorious, isn't always strong, isn't always right.

Transcendence is a hell of a ride...