happynothappynoteveryonenowhappy

i wonder about your brilliant light
i wonder how do you sort me with eyes
inside chapters closed by time
stored on a bookshelf of lives

and it took me a while
and it took me a while

now i ride the train
as seated heat
i can't contain
the fire beneath

i look down to see
my hand is bleeding
i must have fallen
i must be dreaming

and it takes my time
and it takes my time