Distractions...

You think you know who you are.
But you're wrong.
You only know yourself as a part of the life you're living now.
Never of what you could be,
somewhere else,
someone else.

Dreams scattered on the sidewalk, paving the way to those tall buildings,
the one's that weren't ever there before.
In a different world, at a different time.
Your life's not the same, and it shouldn't be.

There's so much more, made up of what you can't touch.
Maybe things don't have to keep getting darker.
Somewhere there's some light.