I see in varied clarity,
As fog evades reality,
I dot my Is,
and cross my Ts
Yet still this world alluding me,
Is not the same one that you see.
Transfixed,
But no desire to flee,
I'm dancing with insanity.
As fog evades reality,
I dot my Is,
and cross my Ts
Yet still this world alluding me,
Is not the same one that you see.
Transfixed,
But no desire to flee,
I'm dancing with insanity.