Texty: Cathedral. Equilibrium.

Lost in the battlefield of opposite extremes
I ponder on the embankment that stands in between
The monochrome and color entirety I see
The beauty and chaos of fate and destiny

Stand in the balance of forest equilibrium
Absorb every aspect of forest equilibrium

The fatality of optimism shall we not embrace
But evolve into the actual with grace
Outweigh the balance through excessive choice
I return to the wisdom of this equilateral place

Rebuild thy strength in forest equilibrium
Through irreligious choice in forest equilibrium

Come walk with me through violet smokescreens
Where both feet tread upon joys and agonies
Calm in all we see, masters of destiny