Slowly sideways bound, does it even make a difference,    In a kaleidoscope of eyes, can a moment cut the distance of resistance.       Taking down your pictures of the old man and the sea   You’re picking up the pieces of someone else’s dream   All that work for nothing when your best is not enough   Who will be the one to fall when push comes to shove?      We bring each other down, just to meet back at the bottom   I wish these dreams were white, it wouldn’t hurt my eyes to see them   Or to be them      All they are is building you up, and this world is taking you down