Spent the day chasing floaters
that travel 'round my eye
Some escaped into the ground,
So I left and I followed one,
It showed me open windows,
but I could not find the math
to pass through any Too bad,
for I glimpsed what I might find
Something else, unpredicted
Pretend it never happened,
And focus on distractions,
The comfort of assumptions,
make believe I've seen the whole
But the call, it is relentless,
voices from the other side
You can kind of fool yourself,
It'll get you in the end,
caught in either life or death
And you just may realize,
as you draw that final breath,
that the end is nowhere near
And escape cannot be found
by departing this here life
In death, as you find right now,
false promises can't compare
You cross over that river
and find yourself waiting there
So keep on chasing floaters
Trust your instinct once again
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