dreaming of somewhere far away, fleeting. sounds crash, but they’re underwater. my concentration breaks and i jump up, awake. i’m back where i left myself. you looked at my hand, followed your plan. where should we go? i thought you had a destination for us to reach. we could reach it. we’re expected to avoid mistakes. i look forward, take aim, and falter. i could walk away from you, but I choose to always be wrong. i’ll always be wrong. we’re the same, you and me. keep thinking mindlessly.