I could walk a million leagues,
but I rested under a tree.
I could see a million suns,
but I burned my eyes.
I could live a million lives,
but I died in my sleep.
Rest is a story best foretold-
in the land of living, seeing and insomniacs.
haunts a shadow city
I could walk a million leagues,
but I rested under a tree.
I could see a million suns,
but I burned my eyes.
I could live a million lives,
but I died in my sleep.
Rest is a story best foretold-
in the land of living, seeing and insomniacs.