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I try hard to persevere but I don't know what I am persevering on I'm just obsessed with explaining everything in words My heart has never changed, but I have become too selfish Recovering consciousness, it is no longer what it used to be It turns out that childishness occupies all my consciousness Surrounded by barbs at the mercy of reality I want to sprint, but I walk slower and slower, filled with fear Distinguish between fiction and reality and discover that the world is full of jagged teeth

I am going to look for dreams that have been scattered into pieces. Even if the endless stars make my hope slim, even if I have to go alone, I will find you! Don't ask me who I am, I'm just a passing... Puppet