Reality's company
Is such a bore.
The disability to believe in ability.
You are all created from my imagination,
Objects, obstacles.
What is memory?
Creation.
It's simple. It's fake.
Life lives, falls and at last comes the break.
I will keep my window open,
The breeze feels better, indoors.
Is such a bore.
The disability to believe in ability.
You are all created from my imagination,
Objects, obstacles.
What is memory?
Creation.
It's simple. It's fake.
Life lives, falls and at last comes the break.
I will keep my window open,
The breeze feels better, indoors.
