This world you've made while hanging your head in the clouds won't mean a thing come tomorrow. we find out. your setting like the sun was never anchored in the ground. i've found more. a whole lot of nothing in thinking. i served my time so tell me why can't i be okay. i'll be okay. wake up. come down. the world is waiting for you. runaway thoughts don't make a sound. they're not what you're used to. two weeks more on the hospital floor. i spit on your policy. patience i had none. until it was forced down my throat.