Why can't I bring dreams into real life? 

How many days since I started.

How many ways walk on by. 

Why do we believe in time? It seems absurd. 

Confusing my sincerity. Conforming my alterity. 

Take my breath, an electronic heart beat. 

I don't feel like that, and I'll discover it

if when my reaction was forbidden 

I sheltered myself under the thought

that my life was an empty space race 

lent my own forces to landscape server. 

I fill my blank space with emotional experience, 

removing my soul cage in unfamiliar places. 

Take my breath, an electronic heart beat.

I don't feel like that, and I will find

what I'm looking for