Pleasures of sand
entertaining the real demand.

Doubts to provoke mistake
on heavily crowed space.

Close the mind to see
and to pass.

The eyes lie,
the eyes lie...

And as it shines
it flies
ungrounded by the native lights.

Here to stand
on wheeled terrain.

Forever lost
and times possession a must.

Getting through.
Watching fears do their mess.

It's virtual,
it's just unrest.

Mind if I join you?

Oh yes,
I was expecting you...