It's like tripping, but only before you hit the ground.
Like being woken up,
With a faceful of cold water, from a lovely dream.
Like seeing a flashing light behind you while driving.
Like when you got that test back.
The reaching one doesn't feel this moment,
This tearing of reality.
Like you tore the whole world away and place a new one in my hands.
This new microworld,
Like starting a new book,
Takes time to enjoy.
How do you expect me to read a new book,
When i'm so deep into another?
Let me get to a stopping point.
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 3:36 AM UTC
It's like tripping, but only before you hit the ground.
Like being woken up,
With a faceful of cold water, from a lovely dream.
Like seeing a flashing light behind you while driving.
Like when you got that test back.
The reaching one doesn't feel this moment,
This tearing of reality.
Like you tore the whole world away and place a new one in my hands.
This new microworld,
Like starting a new book,
Takes time to enjoy.
How do you expect me to read a new book,
When i'm so deep into another?
Let me get to a stopping point.
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