a Restless Unwind of the Mind
I can't drive
Any further than the destinations of my mind
And just like in reality do I find
I'm craving a meaning being alive
Unlike a computer's processing kind
More like escaping the trappings of the hive
And although death is just where you're at in the line
It's more so what to do with the time...
And maybe it is because I am blind
I'm smothered in lights to where I can't see the shine
