I

I remember it has been magical, a mixture of black and white
It’s my free will to know, to understand and to see.
It’s not about a master plan, infinite wisdom or the grand design
I live under your light, manifestation, toddler, fucker, to senile.
I can’t beg for forgiveness, you better forgive yourself.

I can see but i can’t explain
I can hear but i keep looking the other way
I can touch but i never knew you
I can taste but ill always be eaten
I can smell and this all seems rather rotten.