Its a quest for reasons to stay, among reasons to leave.
I thought I could convince myself otherwise, that 'being alive' is living a dream.
But sometimes, they throw you back to the quarter, where you feel that you're better off in those dreams.
Am I scared 'cause they've made this place a world of ghosts? No.
Am I happy 'cause this is a beautiful place? No.
Have they taught you too to ignore part of it, and keep moving blindfolded?
I cannot be in the middle of what just is, and is not just.
These are two shores, either you're here, or you're there.
You cannot be on both of those, that's not a way out.
But whoever sails through, goes through the river.
And just as all the rivers are, this one treats you like you're special.
Isn't that everything you had always wanted?
Welcome to the world.