I try to remember what it’s like to dream with my own eyes (with my own eyes). Because I keep forgetting what is right; can’t tell truth from lies
(sunset from rise)… If I could learn to act patiently then I would see that my view of time is selfishly based around me… I should run away, but I
can’t; chasing dreams that are slowing down for me. I should turn around, but I can’t. It’s within my reach; runaway… With rising valleys and sinking
peaks, nothing in between (that I can see). It seems my pride is on repeat; oh how they need me (it’s not me they need).
