Something unseen and far away and nothing like you might Want it to be. Stop finding ways around seeking what's still unfound Find your way up from the ground Looking for your melody and tracing lines to find your way Through mazes and labyrinths of hardened hearts and harmonies Wherever you may end up you'll find yourself thinking about when All of the things you called reality stopped being there for you, and That's when you ran away. Plotting your plan, the blueprints of your Mind forming a puzzle of formulas and frequencies to help ease The troubled breeze
