My heart is racing against the speed of light
It erupts of anxiety like a volcano
And I don't want to face it,
I don't want to face it
I want to remain disconnected
For the fear of change
I don't want to draw a new image
When I can re-visit the one already perfected
I fear that my feelings will not remain the same
The one that I had felt before
Because we are composed of time
And we never remain the same,
Except in our minds.
