I’m never this dark,
But I know it is part of me,
A part of me was never sure,
A part of me that wanted to escape.
From the river of my thoughts,
I wanted to hide, but I wanted to feel,
That lips of the instant beginning,
I wanted to go, but I couldn’t.
That slice of bread,
Didn’t have that extraordinary taste,
But I wanted to teach you,
That perfect slice of bread I really wanted.
Watchwords:
Teacher
Breathe
Beginning
Deceiving
Escape
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”...
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
