I don't know if I'm ready.
Not to move, I mean.
I know I wanna get outta here.
But...I'm not sure if I'm ready to give in
to the machine.
Someday it has to happen.
But I've just been so far purposely displaced
for my whole life now.
I just learned that
you cannot find the solace in another.
I'm just learning to find inspiration in myself.
I don't want to fall asleep now.
That's what they're all doing.
They fell asleep and now
they're walking through life with their eyes closed.
They made plans and turned them on.
I never make plans.
I run freely until I have to climb a hill.
I dance at the top and roll down.
But I have to make plans now.
I have to move forward.
Maybe I can do it without closing my eyes.
Because I want to see every minute.
What is it they're so afraid of
that they won't dive in head first
with their eyes open?
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