I peer into your other eye; all the way through
Seeing clearly now
What will become has began

To scrape

At the back of my mind,
Collecting a net
That hangs above my head

Weaving past delays; the present haze
That withers through the oncoming days.
Mocking my every move.

Like a crystal ball
casting my fore field of today
so i don't live for tomorrow.

And be Free

From all thats become of me
so i can continue
to Breathe.