What am I doing not reading?
While I’m burning my brain on the line,
What am I doing not speaking?
While I die by words that aren’t mine.
What am I doing not seeing?
The visions I dream come to life,
What am I doing not feeling?
Every inch of a wonderful life.
Who will I be tomorrow?
If I do not live by today
Who will I be tomorrow?
If I let myself fade away.
– She Moves
