You spent half of your life trying to fall behind
You're using your headphones to drown out your mind
It was so easy, and the words so sweet

You can't remember, you try to move your feet.

It's all incoherent and alien to you. The world is blank and you're lost in it, except that you're not little, and there's no one to pick you up and restore you into your little corner. You forget if there even is a corner in which you're supposed to belong, and it puzzles you because you've come to the place where you've convinced yourself that you made that corner up, a long time ago, to run away from Unpleasant Things. So you allow yourself to stand there, in the middle of all that vast endlessness, right in the center, and feel like the world's spotlight is shining down on you and you're looking up at it. You can't decide whether it makes you feel important or impossibly small, whether you want it all or none of it, and if it even makes a difference now that you're here and this is life.