I'm spiraling out of control, so you illuminate a clean slate. You're lifting the weight that is diluting inspiration. I woke with the sun in my face, mountains by my side, the desert air pulling the breath from my lungs. I've been making my way through a barren landscape, littered with remains of past lives and shadows of the scavengers. World passing by, leaving traces of shapes, blurring into memory. Dreaming of terrain that sustains, I wake up. I'm lying parallel with the landscape. There will always be a void to be filled. Illuminate a clean slate. Keep lifting the weight that is diluting inspiration. There will always be a void to be filled, with no permanent fix. Shifting of puzzle pieces to simulate a whole. World passing by, leaving traces of shapes, blurring into memory. Dreaming of terrain that sustains, I wake up to a world that's unfamiliar. We leave, and then we go back like we never left home. When will we wake the fuck up? Parallel with the landscape, I lie awake with diminishing desire to always seek escape from a home where I feel sound and safe. World passing by, leaving traces of shapes, blurring into memory. Dreaming of terrain that sustains, I wake up. Wake up. When will we all wake up? Diminished desire to always seek escape to a world that's unfamiliar. We leave, and then we go back like we never left home.