You can run through every forest, To try and dissolve these memories. You can jump off the edge of the world, Hide out in some monestary, Lose your mind in meditation. And never put your mind at ease.
You think you’re running to it but you are wading through it: A sunny mystery.
Life is the dream that you wake up to,
Dreams are the life from which you wake,
Everybody makes the extra effort:
Never knowing what to do…a-ha
by: (Leave.me.another.day)
