I can scarcely characterize the tints and their most profound shadings
I realize things give off an impression of being with shadows
Immersion and tones are scarcely there
The principal second I can see those splendid mornings
Things would shine up even with these foggy evenings
The future would be all brilliant beginnings
I've been cautioned, I've been feeling
A long time was weighty, youth was difficult
Presently, I can just travel what I've been feeling
Not directed with a guide or any light
Just directed by feeling and confidence
What am I missing, I'm simply going to begin
Swimming into this second and skimming around
Am I better at this point? Am I recently given
Another space from another time
A recently discovered space, however another arrangement of possibilities
I was unable to turn on these possibilities, however why?
Never would I permit to fall, however, am I?