In the picture

Lights so low I felt so strange and couldn't move in hours How sublime, it disorients A trip we might have made (???) The fever is killing me gripping and burning spreading all night and day insatiable yearning Chorus: You'd never see me running away I'll strain to be in the picture can't believe my eyes images burn and coming alive I'm willing to go- what's your mission? Don't they lurk, stay out of range I bow down before the strange when finally they showed their faces, I recognized myself. Fear in the neighborhood of hope and commitment Dreams had a bigger size than I've ever witnessed