Yeat, artist of the generation
I’m tired of being of the inclination that I am one to do the thing
What is happening here is a simple bordom
Oh god, am I flowing?
Oh god, am I flying?
What is the worry of the day, I haven’t the slightest
For today is gone and tomorrow, happenstance
But I can become this guy
But I am here
And I am disconnected
My body, I feel present
But I would rather be inside then in this, the most boring of experiences.
I see you and I wish to know but not to interact
Do not break my illusion
Shatter the illusion
Dont break my illusion
Shatter my illusions.