I never saw what it could have been,
Until the night that I ran from them
Wandered around in a distant land 
I depended before 

I then begat what had seemed so bleak
Polarized in another scene
Now I’m searching for what may seem
As a fixture of color

I can’t make it out
Until I lay me down 

I awaken to the reckoning
Of all my suspended disbelief
Now becoming wild and free
I believe, I can see
Remembering our memory
We as children fled in streams
So unhindered by history
So simply perceived 

I can’t make it out
Until I lay me down