It seems to me that all this time,
We haven’t been awake.
I dream all day, and lie inside,
A bubble that I make.
I float between the world we see,
And all the worlds we don’t.
Just for a moment, I might be,
Alone aboard my boat.
This sinking ship does not have long,
If you cannot all see.
I’m telling you to that you are wrong;
I’m sick of being me.
The walls around us fall to dust,
The moment I begin to trust.