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You open your eyes and read all the words
Images flood in, but what are they worth?
And you can't even try to understand
And you're standing outside your own plan

You question your mind as it won't seem to rest
It's traffic, a pattern that feels like a test
A trail going nowhere fast
And you always forget to ask directions

But it's a game that you love to play
And your discipline never fades

Evening, it comes, and you're all alone
Voices surround you, but what can they know?
When day after day, you change
And nothing you know will remain

Still, nothing feels
All that real
Still, nothing feels
All that real

Since nothing feels
All that real
I wanted you to know
That I can see a light in you
And it will only grow