If I slowly lost my eyes, with so I never realized. I'll ask: would you tell me I was blind?
If I gradually lost my mind, and forth the twist on my brain to unwind. Can I ask: would you tell me I was searching for what I could not find?
But, if I steadily reached my dreamed ambitions, would you not hinder me from bringing them to fruition?
If my soul embarked to climb, I would want you to watch in awe as I reach so high. Oh, my dear friend, would you catch me if I fell from the sky? If You did would you convey why?
You see, maybe you could assure me that it could have been inevitable. My slip was just pure nature, at the time a storm waged, but like a new day, the weather always seems to change.
If I confessed myself through each stroke of ink, would you not hesitate to turn the next page?
Within my truth, I would stay, with the fact that if you were there, I would want you to water me: not let me bask in a lie of self carbonizing-haze.
