When life ends,
Where do its memories go?
Must we look to History and Nature
To find them?
Or do they remain in our stead?
Our bodies are tamed in this society.
We are forced to keep our spirits caged.
When we unleash
the deepest and most primal parts
of our true selves,
Do we get lost
in the destruction
Or do we find our way
To breathe in this world we live in now
as boundless no ones?
Concept by Yokko, Written by Alla Ilyasova