what could they know finale
How many lies until I get to open the door to the real world?
How many memories must I earn to be welcome to reality?
I asked what could they know, I asked myself what I am–
and with confidence I can now say it.
It doesn’t matter much to me now to ask what the world thinks,
and I don’t think I have to ask that of myself anymore.
It was a mountain stacked on top of a mountain, and the more I travelled up, the worse everything felt.
Until, near its peak, the thin air and thick cold made me look down at the trodden footsteps before me;
those were no longer mine, and I realized I was not the same person I had been just a few feet, a few minutes, before.
It is not premature. Now they know.
Now I know.