Narrow In.

Weaving through the lines of time
My vision has become perpetually fine.

Revolting against the constraints
Imposed by many minds;
It's the common illusions,
Day-to-day soul confusions
It seeks to unbind.

Burying the burden of expectedness,
And suffocating the vexatious feat of fear;
It's the rain to end the drought
Of excessive amount of doubt.

Because I can't be what they want me to be,
And I'll never want the dreams that they flaunt.
For they cost an eternity,
Yet the quality is poor.

They're conning our life away,
Lying it will lead to Heaven's door.