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Dreams of the re-occurring lucid variety comprehension. |
| Cleared out a space to escape Call me self-indulgent, or what have you Living, and re-living moments Vicariously, as it may seem There is a slight resemblance bearing between Some instances I may have gone another route The brutal kind of mind redefines Here we are now Awkward silences, and sideways glances Something has got to give Take control of the situation Don't just be a spectator This is after all your moment Seemingly one you'll have I've already lost myself in it Closed off our only exit In order to savor this lucid bliss Contorted so badly beyond recognition Welcome to the realm of the real Where certain aspects have admittedly changed for the better Even you'd agree We truly don't use our eyes to see Residual digital imagery output More depth to perception |