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