[Zoya Speaks]
What is it if you can’t touch it?
What is it if you can only feel it?
Is it real?
There’s been brilliance and breakthroughs
Disasters, lost lives and lovers
But when you want something so bad would you kill for it?
Break your own heart just so you can keep dreaming it?
Once upon a time even a kiss couldn’t wake me up from this
Once upon a time even a kiss couldn’t wake me up from this

So I rest in this Kingdom in the aftermath of my own war
Between a bad seed and a twenty-something year old dream
I was seventeen
Holding a red cup and a ticket stub
Living life too loud, too proud with no real consequence
‘Cause there's pills to take to clean up our mess
And our weapon of choice is the Internet
We hide inside our tweets and texts
Caught on video tapes
Slaves to fake confidence

Now I learned to use secrets as currency
Now I learned to talk less and say more
My jaw was sore from spitting my history out
To the humans i chose to collect
Or better yet - explore
It’s the consequences of globetrotting
And I may be a doomed romantic
And I may cling onto strangers’ words like it’s the best advice
An ounce of vanity
An ounce of modesty
And a pinch of spite
But who am i, without me?
Who could I even be without this dream?