Early in the morning
When the Sunrise starts to climb,
Do I wake up, mourning
Good old days from outer time.

Memories are fading.
I’m afraid. I’m going crazy.
Mind is moving faster.
But it’s April, so… amazing?

Sun is high. I’m sober.
Who is that?
Looks like a monk.
''summer’s almost over''
Shadow whispers.
I feel drunk.

– Who are you?
– your mirror.
– Are you evil?
– bruh. for real?
– Then what are you?
– i’m everything you’ll ever know and feel.

– Life is getting dark. My Sun will set. It’s hard to bear. Maybe that’s the reason..
– stop.
– But why?
– look over there.

As both of us have just looked up,
The sky is turning Dark.
It’s getting cold.
I’m scared.
I’m cold.
But…
What’s up there? A spark?

All my Stars
Are revealed by Night.
I know it’s Light. The Light.

– it ain’t no sunshine, huh?
– Shut up.
– pick up.
– Pick up?
– your balls.
– You’re such a dick. But.. thanks.
– don’t bother. thank me when time falls.

– When what?
– time falls. space falls. snow falls.
– All falls. Okay. Why Snow?
– what time is now?
– Forever?
– huh? you’re suddenly wise?
– No.
– alright. good answer. now you listen. learn my words by heart. i wrestle not against your rot, but rats who stain His art.

– Whose art?
– you know.
– What rats?
– just rats.
– And..
– no. just call me john.
– My..
– arnas is your name.
– But how?
– remember what you own.
– my name?
– your mind’s a temple.
– …
– good. just sit there on a throne.

Yesterday my mind was rivers.
Now it’s just a drop.
Slowed to calmness, freed from shivers.
Now I need to stop.

Time is gone. I’m out of touch.
Space is just a jam.
I wander down and see a boy.
– Who are you?
– John, I Am.