i see the man in the corner, hes got a plan with limitations.nnsets an obstruction, human life the abstraction,nna preconceived notion of where he should flownnand he'll compare himself to the other mannnin the circular room no doors or windows so he'll stay there too.nnand as we're both locked away into this ignorant hell,nnim drained of life, my hands are bound to this cell.nnentering another's perspective to gain new sight,nni cant see before i believe reflections of this world.nncomprehensions of what is real.nnif i shut my eyes to the possibilities i might just drownnnin a desert of myself.nnand as we're both locked away into this ignorant hell,nni'm drained of life, my hands are bound to this cell.nni'm the voice of the man who believes there's more.nni'm the blood of the body that beats at death's door.nnwhat is this window self?nni cant believe whats been toldnnis all thats mean to be.nnam i losing... focus