Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again

... maybe too high hopes... maybe I should cool down a little bit and stop pretending to be something I'm not. But each and every night, my head not me my head brights as a bunch of electromagnetic nerves tied up together and I can't sleep. ...and my head, not me, my head wants to write down this idea which drains off the filtering screen of the night...

And then I wake up in this mood of utter clairvoyance about a future of mine... ...and I call for the division bell to ring and I come to speak to the void above me and claim for an answer that never comes. Ahá! These people! They've so inside the idea of themselves being gods, they decided not to answer anymore... as gods do...

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