[Words: Steve Branagan]



I move on as if something keeps pulling me forward

I don't want to go too far for fear of not wanting to return

One eye looking forward, the other looking back



I wander from the external world

An impressionable soul in an inherent spectacle

A minuscule player in a monstrous entity



I stare at the palatial displays

Yearning to be a part of it

If I could fly, I would fly the infinite heavens

If I could paint, I would paint the endless skies

I take the natural steps to my destiny



The strive for immortality is awakened by thoughts of reality

For what seems like days, turns out to be only minutes

The pleasure of the soul is only an arm's length away