From the lab to the vial to the syringe to my vein to my brain. The key that sets me free again. Opens the door, reveals the world. What do I see? I don't know but sometimes I do. What does it matter though when no one believes. Why is it important that I know? What can I do. How can I stop it. How can I save us. I can't be the only hope for I am hopeless. Do I teach? Do I train? Or do I just surrender? Is this burden of knowledge just my own personal torture? Only if I care. Do I care? I care about something. I'm not sure what exactly. Don't touch me. You might feel it to. You might make me hope. Make me love. You might think this is me but you don't know me. You won't and probably can't. Face yourself first and then look at me.
