And this fever
And sleepiness that overrides my ability
A tired form of carrying the day
It seems a day is all it takes
To forget that our watches run backwards
And our cells begin to dissipate
Losing what color they once retained
Possession framing intention and the
Ultimate deciphering
In hidden messages
What dreams do you have for me?
In hidden messages
What dreams do you have for me?
What dreams do you have for me now?
