puckered glue

when you run,
run full speed,
til the voices in your head can't keep up with your feet,
taste earth with your eyesight,
because we're all just trying to read things a little bit deeper,
through the supersymmetry theory,
all the general and relative explanations for why you aren't happy,
or why you feel like a gray mask of misty uncertainty keeps creeping in on your attempts of becoming a visionary,
there are ways to become clear,
overflowing lungs with the fingerprint of fulfillment,
i'm gonna get there,
we - are gonna get there