Parts Unknown

call the heavens upon ones self
cutting paper into thousand parts
and you still see the trails of ink
as you ignore the corner of a room

illuminated the stars look at you
burning,blinding light from below
seeing everything very clearly
just that corner in parts unknown

listen,someone is at the door
can you hear ones footsteps
in a floating world,darkened

fading skies,keep your look above
the bitter water you have tasted
everyone has its own shadow
in the corner of parts unknown

listen,someone is at the door
can you hear ones footsteps
in a floating world,darkened

after time you do realize that
in fact only the very corner itself
is more real then anything else
it smiles on welcome
and reality is trivial