Infancy

Black then white are,
all I see in my infancy,
red and yellow then came to be,
reaching out to me, let's me see.... .

"lateralus"

wake up my friend, you and I will be back again.
to see things for what it means. What the senses mean, what things are supposed to mean
how things used to be, will never be the same again.
until this knowledge, which is too much to bare,
will come haunting you, asking and begging you to decide what is the only thing left to decide.
and only real thing to come from this, is no longer real as how you felt.

until the day, my friend, until the day where it is my turn to sleep.