Phantom Days

It doesn't make it any less real

I can still feel it

Rage with the fire of insight

These are the days that

Favors the emotional

And amplifies belief

Unaffected and unbiased

I want my eyes to be

When might be lost and gone

To memory belong

It doesn't make it any less real

I can still feel it

Rage with the fire of insight

These are the phantom days

Beyond our reason

As we nullify intent

Ignorance be just

And defeatist minds prevail

Like dreams, they slip away

Let this feeling lingers on

It doesn't make it any less real

I can still feel it

Rage with the fire of insight

These are the phantom days

What remains of indecision

Determined by resolve

Vicariously through others

I see what I can be

When might be lost and gone

Your memory belong

It doesn't make it any less real

I can still feel it

Rage with the fire of insight

These are the phantom days