This existential dread is beating me down lately, it would seem, I'm caught in loops of logic, trapped behind a gate. Pondering the questions that I chose to help create. The stars remind me of the places I can never dream to reach, When the thoughts are just too heavy, and the answers bring me pain. I'll move into the shallows, where it's easier to stay. I prefer to look at mirrors that don't reflect all my cracks, But when the torment fades, the silence calls me back. I drop the weight of...