Don’t saw the light in the morningforgot to wake up insteadI’m having dreams on my comfortable bedreality is the road leading to the streetsmelody in my head but can’t get out fromthis morning got me out of myselfI don’t know when and how or whyI’d go far as I can till I find my destinationgot myself passing by a lot of destinationswhere got to I have to stop

An immigrant girl ponders the life she hopes she has yet to live. Ponders the family she shared no blood with. Ponders the people she'd give her blood to. Ponders the universe she's been born into.