[Moss]

Immersed in light, broken in flight, [bad word] that scene again,
Not another sleepless night.
Scripted yet stuck on every line,
Upon my face a look of pure surprise,
I thought I'd be fighting fire.

How it's changed from my dream,
Did I stray from the path laid out for me?
How it's changed,
Did I fail in some way?

Easy to plot a course divine,
simple graph cant cover ever line,
And I don't see what I don't know.
Some [bad word] are harder to perceive,
The color has been drained now from my eyes,
Staring into endless time...