Vivid

Very vivid memory. Wait. I'm on your side. But I'm not believing.
I'm not believing until I feel pressure On my lips Have you found
the flag yet?  I planted it In the middle of your Sore
Shoulder blades Sore from all the mushrooms And I / ve got Hallways
full of mistakes I'm just by hungry anymore. At least not that kind
of hungry. I'm hungry for water. For experience and triumph. For
the mountain top. I hear there are Islands of arpeggios C sharp is
my favorite Could it be secondhand? You're like a painting.
(Except) You are your own era.