When the world first colored the sky I consumed every sense with no ties I was not in the field, but i felt the air Life was there, but it was not mine The fire burned, there was no pain Only a reminder of the claim That everything i touched was truly there I needed not a future or a name As the story of time quickened pace Illusions of myself left their trace I had entered the tale i could not see There was so much for so long Seeking any more is beginning to feel wrong Is all still truly here? Release me from my future and name