At the end of the day,
you're lying in bed,
thinking of everything that happened.

What was the first word you spoke today?

That's how much of a blur it is.
Days tend to feel like they have to sprint to the finish line.
And we have to board on that train before it's too late.
But when you want to stare at the scenery,
The train feels like it goes ten times faster...
When is it that you will be able to breathe
And not feel the weight of the world on your chest?
It's not the world that expects too much, or not enough from yourself...
It's you.
You're the creator.
They're the influences.
We never knew.
That's alright. There is still time.
There is always time.
That is why we sleep. We sleep so we can make time.

Now you're lying in bed, staring into the darkness of where the ceiling is.
Perhaps your eyes are closed and you don't even know it.
Either way, your mind has taken over, and dreams occur.
Reality escapes for the time being.
That's when things make sense.
When the sweet serenades of the mind are awakened
and reality falls behind.