Illuminated Neurosis
I see the change of light lined round the numbers at the corner
Within, I am entrenched within the hope of my false expectations
Where a harmless intent can mean anything to you, unknowing at the extent of it's effect
How cheap am I to feel a certain way about the context of the little number at the corner?
So I pull away from conditioned reaction that a world I live in creates
Yet I twitch at the possibility I'd assume another soul could relate
