Nota de Ruta

I've been dreaming a lot lately Empty glass, long dark fields, maybe I chose not to bottle up I chose but my eyes were stuck Fishing through a deep knit net Closed my mind to a possible cut No race, I erased my block Reality check, call it up on top The frail illusion of interconnection Eyes blooming, sudden detention And I open the door to streets full of glass Shimmering crystal vase Shimmering lights in my bedroom Again and again turn me blind, as extensions My thoughts are not fool if not vanished The frail illusion of interconnection Eyes blooming, sudden detention And I open the door to streets full of glass Frozen lake, nobody pass The route ahead is too long to last The route ahead is too long