Viaje mental

I give up control and let myself go
to no specific time and no special place
floating on a mental journey
crossing the famous threshold
of good and evil
that nebula where everything looks the same
and everything is the same
cingular - plural
dissolve in a temporal lake

Far from resolving doubts
I have more every day
and the color palette never ceases to amaze me

I don't know if what's happening is real
or if it's a dream and I'm dreaming
and who can know
if we are nothing or something

Morning has already turned into late
soon night will come
and who can know
where yesterday goes

Enchanted, I surrender to humor
and the visions of ancient magic and terror
setting sail on a mental journey
surfing the famous threshold
of good and evil
that nebula where everything looks the same
and everything is the same
cingular - plural
dissolve in the temporal water

Far from clarifying my doubts
I have more every day
and the color palette never ceases to amaze me

I don't know if what's happening is real
or if it's a dream and I'm dreaming
and who can know
if we are nothing or something

Morning has already turned into late
soon night will come
and who can know
where yesterday goes