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).
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