I cannot breathe, for each breath pierces into my soul.
But my soul is stuck. And here I am. Not all dreams live. But this one must.
No light seems to enter. Darkness is all that's found.
And when the sun shines no more We shall make our own light
The majestic in the madness The being of all mankind
Why do we not grasp the dream? Why do we fear it so much? Why do we let the unknown control us?