The Visual Album, Introduction: Thoughts and Words

Got too much to remember, must write it down.
Why so solemn?
Don’t expect all endings happy, and all beginnings gloomy.
Who are you?
A leaf darts behind a rock;
I fall up the stairs.
We haven’t tried this trail yet:
Too lazy to move, I’m blind.
Where’s the sand?
The forest may tell you.
A spoon-fed brain so full it’s empty;
I can’t breathe in this world.
Choose one: perfection, of flaws?
Choose two: justice or injustice?
I can’t find the gray area,
Maybe better off without one.
Reap what you sow:
What’s the value of x?
Then what’s “why”?
We’ve gone a little too far,
So how do we stop?

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