Why can't I bring dreams into real life?
How many days since I started.
How many ways walk on by.
Why do we believe in time? It seems absurd.
Confusing my sincerity. Conforming my alterity.
Take my breath, an electronic heart beat.
I don't feel like that, and I'll discover it
if when my reaction was forbidden
I sheltered myself under the thought
that my life was an empty space race
lent my own forces to landscape server.
I fill my blank space with emotional experience,
removing my soul cage in unfamiliar places.
Take my breath, an electronic heart beat.
I don't feel like that, and I will find
what I'm looking for
