Hey there, it's been a while
You've come so far
It feels like only yesterday you had hunted your first game
Now you're ordering steak with fries on the side
You've done so well
It feels like only yesterday you felt your first drop of rain
Now you're so recluse you always keep dry
How's the shovel I leant you?
Have you buried who you are yet?
One day I'll get it back, prying it from your cold
Dead hands when your past rises from its shallow grave
Can you stop compressed springs?
Can you feel the energy they have?
One day you'll forget to hold back
You'll understand how it is to be the shame...
The shame you always pretended you never had
Held down by the baggage of a Buddhist's nightmare
How would you feel to lose your head
To let go of your manners, to become the nightmare?
My electric dreams may not be eclectic but at least I can stay in line
It's time to stop complaining and accept your flawed design
I'll be seeing a lot of you very shortly
It's time I checked in
Have a good day
Love from your good friend, Jason