My cheek pressed towards the cold tiles
The world seems so terribly unreal
As I seek the patterns closer to the ground
To wash away everything that I feel
I'm defying bound laws of nature
How could I still imperfectly exist?
I'm buying time with every breath
Terrified of finally being dismissed
To realize that every stage was not
Perhaps just someone's forgotten dream
I idealize escaping from rhyme and reason
To break loose, to head upstream
But hiding from space and time
Is impossible for someone bound by pain
I keep confiding on this uncertain air
I keep heading on an anxious terrain
And when time has lost it's sense to me
When this rush has subsided
As the prime of sorrow unfolds ahead
Is when emotion and thought has collided
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