My fears are nightmares that choke me in my sleep
One day I won't awake to find out I can't breathe
If time is rare then tell me is it sweet
Only way to find out is to practice what I preach
My nights are high speed car chases and my fears are the police
I will never crash and they will never capture me
If they do then tell me will the bedside radio wake me from my dreams
Only way to find out is to do what I believe
My days are reflections of all those sleepless nights
Mirrored in the sense that every choice I make now feels right
If my decisions fail then tell me do Conrad's words fall light
Only way to find out is to do everything i might
My new friends are all heroes although they'll tell you otherwise
Commend them on their praxis they say it's just the way they live their lives
And if it isn't easy you might ask them why they even try
Only answer they will give is because they are alive
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