i reach out into realities that live few steps away
my legs are strong to walk me there, but my hands always sway
a billion paths in million worlds still i will stop mid way
like fear or hate or holding on for a touch of a different day
i move around, follow a sound, but my feet freeze up and stay
as if my heart, my mind, my hope, always want to delay
a future that's inside my grasp exists to just decay
tomorrow or what's after that but never for today
im paralysed without a doubt, im just a runway
in a loop, im stuck, a broken song, a shattered piece of clay
i thought that i will glow with white, but im trapped inside my gray
