PR3–156
I Stand Apart, Like It’s a Dream
It’s strange when you stop
And think about it:
The grip things can have on your mind
On your heart
Without you being conscious of it
Or conscious of being conscious
If you know what
I mean like if someone violently
Grabbed your arm
You would notice
If someone had you in their grip
You would rebel
Take measures
Assess the situation and plan an escape
But with this seizure
Of your more important mind and heart
We or at least I stand apart like it’s
A dream but interestingly in this dream
I’m thinking about waking up
To the challenge of agency
The challenge of regency
