These words are combined in a line to express how I feel in a certain point of time. I'm in a realm of darkness where the sun don't shine, trying desperately to get out but I feel like I'm leaving myself behind. I feel like i'm wasting time but time is an illusion and if that's true then it took me no time to come up with that conclusion. Can't seem to grasp the concept of reality, if thoughts create my world, how in the world are they coming out of me? I guess i just live life to the beat of my own drum cuz i'd rather face the music than to be fearful and run.