The Polar Dream

How could I have slipped inside?
Missed illusion of a severed sense
Missed a fight with mass confusion
The visions they look for the recompense

This display is overwhelming
I'll regress until I bend
Spiraling in revelation
To the end

Pray pressure
I set aside
The way of surprise
And decide

Patience fading
My face has long been waiting
When I was __ to you
Can I be lost Can I wait for the rest of our soul

And