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You open your eyes and read all the words

Images flood in, but what are they worth?

When you can't even try to understand

And you're standing outside your own plan

You question your mind as it won't seem to rest

Its traffic, a pattern that feels like a test

A trail going nowhere fast

And you always forget to ask for directions

But it's a game that you love to play

And your discipline never fades

Evening, it comes, and you're all alone

Voices surround you, but what can they know?

When day after day, you change

And nothing you know will remain

Still, nothing feels

All that real

Still, nothing feels

All that real

And since nothing feels

All that real

I wanted you to know

That I can see a light in you

And it will only grow