These, falling seconds Look, like rain. Or, even better. A punch, to the stomach. Faded analogies, End up not explaining anything I am trying, To get across. To get. Across. Carbon copy after another Adorn the walls... Of every... House! How empty it sounds, When one, Can't even... Forge, a path... To the door. The illusion, Of running around... With, my arms spread... open! I embrace, this feeling. Nothing else, seems real. Nothing... else... seems real. I embrace, this feeling, where nothing else, seems real. I embrace, this feeling, where nothing else, seems real. I embrace, this feeling, where nothing else, seems real. I embrace, this feeling, where nothing else... SEEMS REAL!