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Still
there's a reason this knife still twists in my chest
reminding me you're only halfway here
a reason i can't lay these feelings to rest
maybe i'm supposed to keep trying
i'm trying to understand the swirling confusion
interpreting all these contradictions
i can't accept that it's all an illusion
is that really how it's going to end?
there has to be a purpose in all of this
the heart-wrenching uncertainty
i have a desire i can't dismiss
to know this is actually happening
i'm beginning to see why i'm still here
the vision becoming clearer
once we overcome the fog and the fear
who's to say we can't reach the moon?
