I move on as if something keeps pulling me forward I don't want to go too far for fear of not wanting to return One eye looking forward, the other looking back I wander from the external world An impressionable soul in an inherent spectacle A minuscule player in a monstrous entity I stare at the palatial displays Yearning to be a part of it If I could fly, I would fly the infinite heavens If I could paint, I would paint the endless skies I take the natural steps to my destiny The strive for immortality is awakened by thoughts of reality For what seems like days, turns out to be only minutes The pleasure of the soul is only an arm's length away