Sometimes to realize, you have to lose track of sight
blurring my vision makes it clear
the tiny moving parts make up the whole.
The image is clear, a tower is built of my own pride,
I cry in the shade that if offers,
the only shelter I've known.
When does this dream end?
This is no dream.
This is the walking living breathing caricature of a memory.
-Circle Takes the Square- Kill the Switch
blurring my vision makes it clear
the tiny moving parts make up the whole.
The image is clear, a tower is built of my own pride,
I cry in the shade that if offers,
the only shelter I've known.
When does this dream end?
This is no dream.
This is the walking living breathing caricature of a memory.
-Circle Takes the Square- Kill the Switch
