“Could this be Earth? Could this be light?
Does this mean everything, going to be alright?
One look out my window, there’s trees talking like people
I dreamed of storms, I dreamed of sounds
I dreamed of gravity, keeping us around
I slept in the darkness, it was lonely
And there was silence,
What is this love, I don’t feel the same
Don’t believe what this is, could be given a name
I woke you with that, chasing planets, on my forehead
But I forget 20 … like I forget 17th
And I forget my first love, like you forget a day dreams
And what of all my white friends, and the time I’ve had with them
Will all fade to gray soon, on the tv station.”
— Frank Ocean