The house of sequence

the house of sequence
where I don’t know what’s real
trying to cover up who I am

moving forward in a steady motion
in a scene that leaves me speechless
I can’t frame the unusual feeling

orienting the path I must follow
I can’t spot my east

I’m held up high
I don’t know if I can keep my balance

counting down the last seconds
until my destiny arrives
and there’s nothing left but oceans

on the edge of my limit
but I know this is not over