In a whiteout, just like a blackout, you meander through the Valley of No’s before ascending to the top of the Mountain of Yeses. Yes. Yes, you say while breathing in the altitude. 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 BAM! Everything flashes inside your eyes! In this passion for displacement, you are the wind. You are the sound. You are the dancing whisper of the unanswered and the renowned. What do I know? What do I get? Dreams, I had. Lies, I have. I can run. I can hide. Lock my pain inside. I would celebrate if I could open up the door. Just tell me I’m right, and I belong. Yes. You stand, suspended in soul’s travel. Just like rock n roll déjà vu. You move through the distant skies to the outer reaches. Strapped in never once to unbuckle. Over the moon and never to come back. You study the cosmos, the intellectual facts. You fortify with strength and resolve. You discover relief from self-made distress. Vacantly pleasant. Vacuously seen. Immaculately contrived.Yes. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.