Whispers.

whispers: close your eyes.
darkness.
whispers: now look deeper.
darkness.
whispers: are you looking?
yes
whispers: look deeper.
darkness.
darkness.
darkness.
darkness.
Lights.
Dreams. 
Country Hills. Horse's footsteps on the beaten down dirt road. The mountain-tops, snow capped and tree covered.
City Lights. Tall buildings replacing stars. Traffic. Horns. Screams. Shouts of delight and joy.
Dreams. 
whispers: Can you feel it?
yes
whispers: good. now open your eyes.

City Lights?
Country Road?
Snow-capped Mountains?
Or Nothing?
Do you see Nothing?
What is Nothing?
The blank wall of your apartment building.
The steering wheel of your car.
The illuminated screen of your laptop.
The stale Chinese food that is all you have for dinner.
The bottle in your hand. The joint in the ash tray. The line on your coffee table.

What is nothing?
What is a Dream?
What is Darkness?
What is Light?

What do you see? And where will you Go?

whispers: you can't do it

darkness.
darkness.
darkness.
darkness.
Light. 

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Lyrics, from 10 Years:
From "Tightrope" - Over exposure of repetition blinds ambition slowly; Frozen in motion, time is ticking by with every moment.
From "11 a.m. (daydreamer)" - The daydreamers nightmare is to never even try.
Your time has slipped by.

Lyrics, from Innerpartysystem:
From "Squid" - You think you had it figured out.
Two car garage on a beautiful house.
Same routine keeps your feet to the ground.
You're boring me to death.

Hello morning sound alarms.
There's no turning this around.
The days are dragging out.
Don't you love it?