Look at the past.
Just take a minute to look deep into your own eyes. What do you see? Do you think you see the same thing everyone else does? Do the blank eyes you possess hide a vast collage of many years of memories? Images and scenes in your mind that will never leave and can never get foggy. Things change so much, so slowly. So is the blink of the eye as fast as we have been told it is? Think of the last time you blinked. Now, think of how much changed when you opened your eyes again. How is it life could go by for so long and seem unchanged and untouched by the minute hand? Until now. Maybe it's just me. I lost track of everything; slipped into a dream that was unscathed by time's blade. Now this slumber ceases to exist; this fantastic scene I've had in my head for so long is shattering. A rude awakening has wiped the sleep from my eyes. "Accept. Do not deny." That's what I hear and refuse to do. I'm slowly giving in to this unknown force, this masked voice. People go different ways, promises die, traditions discontinue...
I am giving in.
Unwillingly though it may be.
I am giving in.
Unwillingly though it may be.