We wait for the light to turn back on

We feel

We feel like we can always go back home

That the light on the porch will guide us through familiar steps

We peer through the hole we carve in the board

We name all the shapes we are drawn towards

That the light from the sun will draw pictures with the shadows from

What if all I carry in my head is not real it’s just something I said to myself

What if all I carry in my head is not real it’s just something I said to myself

I’m not real I’m just something I said to myself

I’m not real I’m just something I said to myself

We hold up the lines we impart on white page

We move with the weight and the glow of old ages

And the light in both states will guide us through the darkest space

We are fashioned to forms by where they are created

And the light from the sun will remind us where we started from

What if all I carry in my head is not real it’s just something I said to myself

What if all I carry in my head is not real it’s just something I said to myself

I’m not real I’m just something I said to myself

I’m not real I’m just something I said to myself

What if all I carry in my head is not real it’s just something I said to myself

What if all I carry in my head is not real it’s just something I said to myself

What if all I carry in my head is not real it’s just something I said to myself

What if all I carry in my head is not real it’s just something I said to myself

I’m not real I’m just something I said to myself

I’m not real I’m just something I said to myself