As each day passes, it gets more difficult to tell.
My neutral ground is shaking, and all the ropes that have tied it to my principles are breaking away.
How do I differentiate reality from the myth?
Because I've gone native, believing in folklore and dreaming of reliving the triumph.
I'm terrified that when I have to leave one day, I will not be able to fathom reality anymore.
The mere thought of it scares every blood cell out of me.
Every. Single. Day.