Look up, the skies are changing. Look down, the roads are breaking. Look left, everyone’s thinking. Look right, you’re the one faking. The gravity’s gone, space is making. Who knows what’s next? Reality’s fading. Close your eyes, no dreams left to make. Open them up, the world’s changing. Time’s passing, everyone knows it but can’t change it. Creative thoughts are drowning in the cracks you’re making. I can’t see what’s left of the house I stayed in. The words make sense to the brains open to the waking. Save yourself from the simple roads that the world made for you. What did it take to reach this part? What’s the point of being so smart? Is it to impress the world or to impress yourself? They taught us young that morals are what makes oneself. They showed us that darkness takes you to hell. And if you stay in the middle, you break the tale. But no one ever asks what the verdict is when you remake the steps. Time’s passing, everyone knows it but can’t stop it. Creative thoughts are drowning in the cracks you’re making. I can’t see what’s left of the house I stayed in. The words make sense to the brains open to the waking. Save yourself from the simple roads that the world made for you. We’re missing a part that makes the story whole. We’re clinging to the parts of ourselves when we’re so innocent and small. But forgetting the parts where we remember nothing but what we’re told. Time’s passing, everyone knows it but can’t change it. Creative thoughts are drowning in the cracks you’re making. I can’t see what’s left of the house I stayed in. The words make sense to the brains open to the waking. Save yourself from the simple roads that the world made for you.
