Where would you run to escape the mist?
Where would you run to escape the air?
Where would you run to escape yourself?
Doesn't it get crowded over there?

Every part of you, almost like yourself,
Let all the bags down,
Why have to worry?
Let all the clones drown,
The past has come and long since passed,

Let yourself be you,
None of the other you's are true,
No thought, nor fear, nor flurry,

Mere shooting stars passing through,
Thinking they are the infinite sky,
The Truth sheds all outer layers,
It's past thinking its but a lie