Windy Night - Teodasia

Why do we betray intentions?

Memories of pointless redemptions.

Why do we remain unconscious,

Gathering in faithless processions?

True desires I find in the pure of heart,

in the immense, where I take my sight.

Wandering in wind, regressing,

following the course of precession.

True desires I find in the pure of heart,

in the immense, where I take my sight.