Ghost Iris Detached (feat. White Dove)
Belonging was never a given
Belonging seemed so dim
My head was in the clouds
Everyday was grim
Like a shroud of doubt
Descending was impossible
When solitary I felt solitude
Being detached
Was never lonesome
It made the most sense
The feeling was intense
This feeling was intense
An immense longing
For the unattainable
Barely sustainable
The consciousness concurs
In consistent calm
And continue on its callous path
