Illuminated Neurosis

I see the change of light lined round the numbers at the corner

Within, I am entrenched within the hope of my false expectations

Where a harmless intent can mean anything to you, unknowing at the extent of it's effect

How cheap am I to feel a certain way about the context of the little number at the corner?

So I pull away from conditioned reaction that a world I live in creates 

Yet I twitch at the possibility I'd assume another soul could relate