there is this itch in my brain constantly trying to steer me in the wrong direction as i try to find my way around
there’s a whisper in my ear breathing softly and telling me what move to make next and it’s always so difficult to decide when to listen
how many things in this life have i been missin’? just because i thought i was being “good”
i often live in the clouds
i’m up there in space floating above everything i try to know but being unable to reach it
i’m always either too high or too low and there’s so much that i’ll never know or touch there are countless places i’ll never go
but i hope that at least once you can be something real with me so we can experience life and dreams and tangle them up into one in the same making up our own new name for what it’s like to be a “person” in this world