Spreading out the lovely layers
Covered over grown
Coming back inside the brain
Dragging a heavy load
Did it really exist?
Was it ever even born?
Would you ever miss the thing that was not ever formed?
Pieces grouping back together, slowly adding on
Exclamations into spaces, finding what was gone
Can you discern nothing that no one has ever seen?
Did it really exist?
Has it ever even been?
Making the images of what you want to see
Slowly beginning to emerge out of the trees
Costing a selfish dream, invisible inside
Fond of the emotions of the ones you came find
Closer to the surface you convinced yourself it's gone
Broken through and to and through, inversion of the time
Didn't really exist
Was it ever even born?
Would you ever miss the thing that was not ever formed?
