Does anyone know what it's like To gaze upon sight That doesn't exist, And fear that when you wake up You would have lost yourself If your gazing persists?
Time, my old friend Mind giving a sign to your blind friend About what's in line around the next bend Because I'm scared that I might bump my head On the edges that are hidden up ahead
When you feel insignificant to the story Like you're just a name to fill a line In a page everyone's ignoring You'll be a line I've read a million times
Life is a maze If not just a time and a place For rising or crawling or falling from grace So try your hardest not to make it a race Because everyone falls at their own pace