I imagine long walks down the road. Things begin to bloom and the sky explodes. The damage is undone, and then I know. This has got to be a dream. Machines and luxuries don't last. I took my sleep for granted in the past. And I woke up half-dead in the hourglass. Why does that sound funny? Wait, you're almost there it's gone. You're almost there it's gone. You're almost where what follows you, does not bother you. I have walked the tightrope parts of me. I towed the line just far enough to see. I never found a gift you get for free. You pay for them dearly. I see my forever as one long night. If I can make it dark then I can make it light. I know that most of living done is done in the mind. Only thought survives. Are you tired? Are you uninspired? Has the miscommunication tried to eat you up inside. I am here, and you are here. And everything I want to know. Sleeps between your ears.