So out of touch with reality
I think about it a lot
In the beginning
I did this
To dive right in
Take apart
The fibers of the fabrics
That make up the reality of dreams
In a night sky
Dance along the milky way of the word why
So that the answers
Would trickle down
There were no answers
In the beginning
I did this
To be free
But I forgot
How out of touch
Free
Means