as it narrows at the edge
neon shapes move like waves under eyelids
a blinding light that can not be unseen
a future apparition of myself
i'm stuck in an infinite loop
where every week feels the same
these past four years are becoming a blur
perceive the world with one goal in mind
putting it all on the fucking line
how could i give up on what's barely been started?
there's expectations for failure
how could i give up on what's barely been started?
what's the risk of risking it all?
there's a rift between aspiration and reality
there's a rift between aspiration and reality
trying to find meaning in wavelengths of different shades
as it narrows at the edge
neon shapes move like waves under eyelids
a blinding light that can not be unseen
i've been stuck with time tunnel vision
dim lights cast weak but straight lines a blurred edge
realities set through the scattered thoughts i've grown used to
i'd kill for a glimpse to see the world
fading lights and neon shapes