Solo flights of thought
Pacing back and forth Lane of familiarity. Located amongst a foreign surrounding, Where's clarity? Where am I? What died? I can't see what they sell but I see what they buy. The scenery shifts as I shut my right eye. This is not what I want, This wasn't my vision. How'd this happen? How'd we come to this decision? What went wrong? Did I get swayed by constant derision? Now how will they learn my song? I can't remember if I even ever fought. Solo flights of thought.