They stared blindly at the midnight sky, struggled to read between the starry lines to account for what they couldn't see they wrote tales of wonder and deceit: a gracefully constructed atlas, framed with leaves of gold
Constellations shining like a gift of sight
Navigating through the given path
We're blindfolded as we join the dance
Don't you believe them, their work is based on lies
Common illusions, a kingdom in the sky
But i'll go further
I'll go beyond the veil and draw the corners of the universe.
