[moss]
Immersed in light, broken in flight,
here comes that scene again,
not another sleepless night.
scripted yet stuck on every line,
upon my face a look of pure surprise,
i thought i'd be fighting fire.
How it's changed from my dream,
did i stray from the path laid out for me?
how it's changed,
did i fail in some way?
Easy to plot a course divine,
a simple graph cant cover ever line,
and i dont see what i dont know.
some truths are harder to perceive,
the color has been drained now from my eyes,
staring into endless time...