This dependence on dreams leaves me walking on air
Like smoke crawling through a majestic last right
Dancing down dubious days of delight
This specter is far beyond longing for glory
In the shadow of hope lurks an illuminating story
That brings to light more than one mind can repress
Sufficiently suffocating social success
We can stitch up our cuts and let time become scars
So to spell out our secrets in these cryptic night stars
That keep us in touch with Andromeda's plight
Swearing solace to Cetus, sent to swallow souls' sight
