I imagine long walks down the road.
Things begin to bloom and the sky explodes.
The damage is undone, and then I know.
This has got to be a dream.
Machines and luxuries don't last.
I took my sleep for granted in the past.
And I woke up half-dead in the hourglass.
Why does that sound funny?
Wait, you're almost there it's gone.
You're almost there it's gone.
You're almost where what follows you, does not bother you.
I have walked the tightrope parts of me.
I towed the line just far enough to see.
I never found a gift you get for free.
You pay for them dearly.
I see my forever as one long night.
If I can make it dark then I can make it light.
I know that most of living done is done in the mind.
Only thought survives.
Are you tired?
Are you uninspired?
Has the miscommunication tried to eat you up inside.
I am here, and you are here.
And everything I want to know.
Sleeps between your ears.
