About me.
Could this be Earth?
Could this be light?
Does this mean everything, is going to be all right?
Every time I look out the window I see trees talking like people.
I dreamt of storms,
I dreamt of sound,
I dreamt of gravity,
Keeping us around.
I slept in the darkness, it was lonely, and it was silent.
What is this love?
I don't feel the same.
Don't know what this is,
Could be given a name.
And I forget twenty-three,
Like I forget seventeen,
I forgot my first love,
Like you forget a day dream,
And to all my wild friends,
And all the times I had with them,
I'll fade to gray soon,
On the TV station.