Shadows
Riccardo Brumat
A dim light comes
From the mirror of water property
And guide me. I follow
Takes me deep into the intricacies of the ego
This candle flickering light
All around is dark
A few shadows rising
And move slowly
A demon in me wakes up
And guide me as a puppet
This warmth that I feel growing in the blood
It is the desire of all, of supreme power
The energy of the mind and body
Wetsuit and controls
The focus and I channel
Here's the magic
Is alive, is real, is strong
