How is it that I can see without eyes?
Breathe without air.
Hear without an ear.
But still to this day I continue to live.
On the dark side of the world,
But in my heart I feel light.
I walk with speed.
And run real slow.
You care for me, but how do I know?
As each day goes bye,
I try not to cry.
How is it that I know you're there?
You stand there right beside me and I start to smile.
I pretend that it's real.
Just to see how it feels,
No fingers to touch.
No nail to grow.
No legs to walk.
No lips to move.
But still I intend to speak to you.
I laugh about the things we do.
I stare at the wall I cannot enter.
I touch the air I cannot feel.
I walk on clouds that do not exist.
How is it the one true thing that sets me free lives inside me?