Ikaro

Mind at large is really blossoming, I slip away, a malaise Fractal features and a stomachache Am I awake? A mistake? Thousand eyes I see are judging me, I can't decide, if I've died, Holding on becomes a tragedy, When I'm in flames, what remains? Oh, mother, come forth to me I walk the path from memory It blurs the line of clarity I see myself, but not as me And I'm not me And I'm not me And I'm not me And I'm not me And I'm not me And I'm not me And I'm not me And I'm not