2004-09-05 A rush

All I see is clouds passing by,
Across a distant sky;
It’s hard to breathe
From inside a cocoon.
I swear I’ve never come out of the womb,
Trapped in a circular room,
And I can’t see.

I look into your face by the light
And what a beautiful sight
It seems to be.

Oh, but I could’ve changed it
As much as I could’ve escaped it.
And I can’t escape it for my life.

Because everything I perceive is a dream
And in reality, it’s hard to see.
All these intricate shapes are just a mass of blurred arrows to me,
Leading off differently
But meeting here.

September 5, 2004