How did I get into this place? My life is only a combination of things That I mostly have no control over And it took me a long time to figure that out Now it's time to go back inside the house It's cold and late, do I even exist? Thunder, the sound of light Everyone I know including myself Is a hungry dog running towards the horizon I leave the windows open so I can have the breeze Now it's time to go outside the house Say hello to someone, look at their eyes I also have eyes, are the memories real? Did I live through that day, did it happen to me? Or did I go through the door And fall into the beautiful void? Oh, to touch something inside of you And outside of you at the same time I am the ground, the amber born from The trees beneath, the clouds, the night A beacon of life in the long-frozen ice I am a summer blowing backwards The pages of a novel I might only read half of Now it's time to go inside your mind Find the void and stare it down You'll learn something then give it back To the universe who will give it to somebody else
Compositor: Emily Anne Sprague (Emily A. Sprague) ECAD: Obra #24250086