He was moving a lot
The light was changing, that had to be reflected
Not many of us know that
Nomad of Light
…
He’s going through difficult times and has asked for a blank canvas
black ink man
…
Afraid of getting blind
The light was turning black, in paint that had to be reflected
All ignorants to his eyes
Nomad of Light
…
Eloquent white speech and long like letters mind
long mane man
…
Rising sun Oscar’s impressions
impregnated light on every single thing, its flat reflection
Mediocre flat minds we are
He was the nomad of Light
