Defense of the street

We follow you through the crowd.

Roads are crossed countless times in your mind.

You move on.

Anonymous face is not an erroneous destiny.

A vibrating covering of your vision.

You move on.

Your condition is weighed in weighing scales.

You walk blindly in the right faith.

You move on.

Blinking beams cover your view.

Nobody can distinguish you from the seeing.

You move on.

The eye is deserted.

In that direction you must go.

You move on.

You will be recognized

from the other side of the street.

Visuality without identity.

You move on.

I'm going out on the street.