Grown up for a long time now, it seems, And you understand, that this option isn't yours,

Grown up for a long time now, it seems, And you understand, that this option isn't yours, But you reach out just to be near And greedily catch her mood. Her gaze goes past you, Flying outside this planet A swarm of thoughts from another world. You – you're just an accessory to an outfit, Though a very handy and businesslike one.