but you know that you aren't really here. You're somewhere else dear. That place that you always avoid but yet always end up here. The place where you plan everything that really means nothing nothing of youth You miss the days of being aloof When you could think clearly of anything you wanted without proof of human instinct getting in the way You love it, this place all feelings opake Your mind out of pace a clock on the face the face of the world the world we face together by ourselves. The new human race. |