I stepped out into a fading dream. Fog of breath kept pace with steps, our eyes glued to the concrete. Face to face with a greyscale mentality, I'm to blame for this lack of natural light it seems. I can't stay here, mired in the could've been. Stumbling through graveyards of expectations. Spent a fucking lifetime waiting for a lifeline, tell me things will be fine one more time again. Staring down my hindsight like a kid whose got something to miss. Oh, I think it's getting harder to express myself. Left pieces of me with the books up on the shelf. Ran away recklessly. Cut to summer, saw the leaves grow. Stopped watching from the window. Learned to coexist with dissonance, let the light back in. Guess I found the motivation to get out of the rut I'm in.