At first you will not know who in the world you are Are you 8 or are you 10, are you home or are you far You will wonder if your blind or even if your dead You wish to some yellow, or pink or blue or red Is there time and is there space Is there life, the human race? But after this you just don't care Don't care if anyone is there Just right now you must escape You'll think later of human fate Then BAM the sun comes into sight And now you see your wrong, not right.