An emerald island shining in the golden sun, illusions scattered in the noontide.
Forests and hillocks, tumbling waters and bountiful fruits, a false paradise.
Splintered prisms, rainbows in the flight, flickering through the heavy air.
Mists in the green, a bitter fantasy caught between a daydream and a nightmare.
With amnesia, we search for an escape without knowing why.
Imprisoned in a never-ending story, a misplaced conclusion, distant and elsewhere.
Sheep without a shepherd, sacrificial lambs in the gardens of unknown Gods.
Someday, we will find our way and be liberated from our pastoral dreamscape.
Someday, after the journey’s end, we will finally find our way back home.
But with amnesia, we search for our escape without knowing why.