I have images in my head
They flash by so quickly
But they are so vivid so clear
So detailed..

They are like nothing that exists ..
They are great...

They really are
But how would you believe me
You aren't in my brain
But if you were you'd know..

It would change you
You would understand
And I would believe myself more
If you understood
But you are not in my head
So how can you understand
When my explanation is flawed
My execution is vague
My image is unclear

But I swear I don't think I'm ordinary
And I know you know that
But I'm not ordinary in a great way
You would know if you were in my head
But you're not in my head
And my communication is flawed ..

So how would you know my worth
How would you know the amazing thoughts I have
How would you believe in my philosophy
I'm just weird to you

And I'm sick of it
But I don't know how to say it
I don't know how to explain it
But I know why I follow it
Cause it's really something
It really is . . .

The sun shines bright,
Ultraviolet rays shooting in the distance,
Covering up the little area,
The electronic emissions miles away,

The sun circulates around the earth,
Completing each voyage,
And with every light year,
The intensity at which the sun rises and falls from east to west submerges with a swipe shift,

The harsh and penetrating light,
Dissolves within my skin rushing with such escalation in my veins,
The beam of each electron on my skin,
Some reflect, some absorb.