But now I'm finally here, finally have the ability to reach what I grasp,
And grasp what I reach.
Still I find inane, like my life is packed with jam.
Of useless knowledge from the other side.
We got to breath the same air, and watch the same dark abyss up high,
But my heart, far from the distance, craves an escape.
That I dare not take action,
Or could, or will, or might.