just floating within a microcosm,
swallowing subjective truth.
(--sanctify my ideals--)
for arms that embrace the sky...
(are led through eyes, eaten by the sun.)
unquestionably and without a doubt--
compose ourselves to live
up to our inherent realities.
...as defined at birth,
then stretched--
...not until the point of breaking,
if only through imagination...
(...and a heart that longs for the pain.)