Hold me inside. This asylum speaks of home not so far away. Through the window I see people scurry from the rain. . It's not too late. To reach your hand.
You don't see. You never have, never will. What do you believe. These images are unforgiving. . And jealousy always running through your veins. You cannot breathe, here's your witness.
Imagine no daylight, only the moon as your guide. When ours is to darkness. What forgotten sun is to bright. Eyes wide open now taking it all in stride.