Roads aligning

Distant memories come forth

Bound by perception

Senses, and obscure direction

The mind, assured

By evidence

Designed, result

No matter, either way

Experience moves forth

Chains withholding me, jade

We know by now

Our discerning is relative

To all that we see

Through an idea

We're assured, however

To survive

We’ll survive

By the clock

I'll find a way out

Change or grown

Despite my doubt

Of whether I'm alone

Or not

The world knows

Its source is growing old

And thin

Bitter over the fact

That I’m still here

I'm over being alive

Over being alive

Being alive