The shadow of my hand   Outlines these thoughts   Not to be understood nor taken light   Just to be hidden by these bold headlines   Instead of sitting back to watch history   To create my own and make this life more interesting      Rather than hide from what's inside   Take everything in from the outside   And show this little world, this real little world   My side      All these thoughts go   Without knowing what they ever really meant   Ideas from the past, never read instead   Flying without confirmation   No, never had that conversation   These thoughts go abbreviated      This little world spinning in my head   This little world never crashing down   This little world never understood   This little world, this little world.