(hobbies mistaken passion; to understand art, you must first become and artist) can it suffice? always keeping the door half open always sleeping with one eye open halway open is halfway shut lock that door or break it through! we are kept so unchallenged in emptry spaces and wasted time in pre-set actions, pre-set activity how could this ever suffice? is this all the nerve we have got? the opportunities we never saw waited to be explored right before our eyes dream sturned into regret from a youth that you've tried to forget we walk on with sore feet breath still with dry lungs take me through you heart when it has been broken snap out of your sleep you'd better run now it's haunting your life your unfulfilled dreams is this all the nerve we have got? I wish I knew a place a beautiful as you and if I took you there maybe you would see the difference between and aeroplane and a star where there is a heart, there is room for passion have you felt your heart beating lately?