here s my hand you painted on a circle fades inside a heart are you expected here you whisper in my ear so i wash my hands till the water burns a circle sits outside a door are you expected here i whisper in your ear i m whole i m open i m starved i m broken i m lost and found i m an evolutionary sleeper an evolutionary sleeper if letting go means letting be and the truth beyond the mind is what i need if letting go means letting be and the truth beyond the mind is what i see i m an evolutionary sleeper1