Sunlight blinds the sleepless, the same as moonlights guides them
Open eyes oft fail to see, that which was once dreamed
But seeing clear, reality, makes footfall more determined
So burning eyes lead us frantically to where we're meant to be
I'm becoming so aware.
As I breathe in this oceanic air
to find that I
Can journey to sights: far beyond my view
and making it through...
making it through
The day is warm but overcast, the heat felt hides its face
The pain behind this broken glass, though refracted still reflects
Apprehension to believe, that the grass on this side is t...