May let itself no interruption As my head pressed against the glass window of my room. Cars pass pursuing themselves. If I looked away would they change their nature Or continue to pass, swaying with the weather? Each individual with drive and direction Or a cast of pure fiction from my mind selecting what to keep from what I see. Calm and casually weighing on me. Possibly real, unknowingly certain. Maybe the flame blew out Jolt of nerves and doused down Maybe it wasn't truly here Jolt of nerves and disappear "Today I stand divided by the loyalty I owe". To the reality that's just across the street And to the inward real feeling that pup until now Everything else has all been but a dream. Today a cloud formed in my head and it poured a rain of a new reasons But traffic never slowed down once.