How does the motion make me last
I shuffle forward and then back
I can be questioning my thoughts
But not looking for what I lack
What is it that has my mind so hypnotized
When shapes are for looking at
And their colors create my mood
I'm a vessel between two places I've never been
To seek a further or former design
Creation as a pathogen
What's more than subtle in these lines
I know you're looking forward to them
What is it that has my mind so hypnotized
Evolving on a thought that you've half realized
Life is real only when I am (well, I am) - I am surprised
That shapes are for looking at
And their colors create my mood
I'm a vessel between two places I've never been
