My heavy days weigh on me while the rain sprays on
And I feel colorless, like a light grey crayon,
we all run our hamster wheel with faith in the bland ideal
that really we’re going somewhere, but we’re all just staying still,
It’s an icy reality and we’re all slowly melting
So while we’re still semi-solid we swear we’re slightly sub-zero,
Just enough to hold onto our mass,
But there are more times than ever where I just want to relax and not go so fast. – RSM
Rubén Sebastián Muñiz | ∞ 