S1K in the Head Parts's blog: "Random shit I'll make songs eventually"

I suppose deep inside all new things are terrifying in their own way
Like a child released from the only room he's known to see the day
Everything shifts a little as what was once your world expands beyond
The limits you thought existed, and perhaps of such had become somewhat fond

I guess I could have never been lost in your eyes and melted within
I suppose to some the safety of the known overwhelms the need to begin
I gaze out across a plateau with something akin to the truest free breath
All I am seems cleansed as I watch the sun in your eyes die the tiniest death
A little paler it seems once the walls no longer surround your face
And my world seems all at once to have changed utterly, nothing's out of place
And though I can't quite place a finger on the pulse of the rhythms that move
I know on a level I barely comprehend that all that once was has improved

Suppose the world was the dream and the dreams were the light
And the things we fear the most were only what we hold inside
Would acknowledging myself as my bane make me something less of a man
Or would I be the last of a broken, fragile race to come to understand?

I could keep myself in my box of self-defeating regret and fear
So afraid to step out into the unknown even though the way is clear
Close the doors and windows to keep out the laughter permeating outside
I could stay in here forever, but would I ever really be alive?
The sun seems a little less bright, having to fight for the sky
A little less warm when contrasted with the spark in your eyes
And some would claim it would be far better to never know what might not be mine
But I believe, deep down, that by far the biggest waste would be not to try

What if all the world was nothing but dreams and only lies for light
And the only things holding us back were fears we cultivate inside
Would acknowledging the demons within us make us weaker by far
Or would we try to overcome them, one at a time, to be who we are?

I could wake myself from the dreams of caressing your skin in the light
I could give in, I suppose and just allow the lies of the world to be right
I could say it's too hard, and that there's no point in persuing true love
I could deny the dark and the night and the lights I see shining up above
But the sun seems a little less bright, reflected back at me from your eyes%