Stay with me and you will find that you,re not nearly my type. You’ll never know what It’s like to truly be inside. As he sits upon his chair sorting pictures. Does my interpretation matter? Every time I stare new visions appear. I’m in a trace, not of this world. My reality is just a fantasy. In and out I’m fading away. With his signs, paralyzed, hypnotized by visuals. Will I see? Can I see? Does he see through it all? On my own all alone. I only see in black and white. The world is voided of colors. Senses obscured without a word. I’m out of sync with my own sight. I cannot draw the line. Between reality and lies. Have I awaken from a dream? Nothing is quite what it seems. I cannot grasp the quality, nothing seems real to me. Get me away from this test I cannot fail. Will I ever be relieved from this endless scene? Collapse. Through these eyes I see a world not mine. I have seen all that this world can offer me. Just lead me away from this quantum theme. I have seen what no man should ever see.