Delete and rewrite it.

The reason I want to yell these crazy thoughts
Is because there's no proof of existence.

There's a conflict between dignity and freedom
In this future I discovered.

The reason I want to erase these estrange images from my mind
Is because I can see my limitations in them.

On the window of my excessive self-consciousness
Lies last year's calendar with no dates written on it.

Delete and rewrite it.

There's a presence great enough
To make me forget those ridiculous dreams.

Rewrite it for a dramatic revival.

Even a meaningless dream is enough to create it.

Give me your body and soul.