archaic lands heavy sands the worlds gotten by so long on so little so why dont we? the sun never asks for seconds or steals the stars to shine brigher just like the moon never complains about sharing its light its a fight or flight kind of world weve made this is mine I found it first its only a dollar whats a few more hurt? all of these things blind us and bind us til noone can find us not even ourselves yet we cling to the stuff the this's and that's because they define us remind us of who we are or want to be maybe if we set that free we'd meet ourselves for the first time