Symbiosis is my guiding force | |
Like the wind against the window I adapt my course | |
One moment a firm wall of traditions | |
The next an exploding substance of variations | |
When the weather changes, so do I | |
To contrast I am a slave | |
As the oceans alters, so do I | |
A thousand faces for every wave | |
Acclimation: in the shape of a human | |
Adaptation: governed by blood and sun | |
(Vintersorg, December 2004) |