Kök-Oy

Kök Oy ran across blue nothingness,
The great river, the greates of all.
Kök Oy ran across blue nothingness,
Through the living flow of the mind.

There are no walls in Kök Oy,
Nor bounds, nor limits of matter or word,
No force, no watchful guardian,
But you won't leave it regardless.

Hungry shades lurk in Kök Oy,
Unsatible is their craving.
Yet they feast on themselves,
For they are all you.

Kök Oy has never existed,
It is a gaol inside your mind,
Where you are gaoler and prisoner,
Locked in an unbreakable circle.