I know that I don't always know quite how to speak my mind, but know that I'll keep seeking ways to express these thoughts of mine, all these emotions, frozen moments, these passages of time; these feelings that I'm dealing with have taken place in mine, and it's like time rewinds and I'm flyin blind but I can see just fine, yet still I never seem to see a thing outside my frame of mind, is this the, great design, to be consciously aware but unable to change life, is this the, reason that we're alive, to question everything as I'm praying up to the sky, is God a being does he look like you and I, or is God another name for the things that we can't describe, and I can't decide, I don't know what I'm really looking for but I'm praying I'll know in time, but these prayers they go unanswered as I pray to an empty sky.