I become obsessive,
even when I don't mean to be. 

But is it obsession?
No, it's the Mental Demons, 
Telling me that I'm feeling too much...to soon. 

If I ignore this, 
This feeling of racing through the fields
Running into a fog that shimmers a silhouette of you. 

This isn't like before, 
This isn't just a fantasy, 
It's real and here.