Chasing ​mixed matches

I saw you
Beyond alive
Your instincts
Became your guide
The pressure
Told you to drive
Above what
You claim to climb

You ask me
As if I knew what to say
You construct
A narrative to relate
A plot to keep the story moving ahead
A perfect dream that’s left for dead

Whenever it comes I’ll run to you
To check on the will of what could move
When you ask me
And you help me
From your understanding
With everything I meant to say
I’d ruin the shot you meant to take
When you ask me
Is it hеalthy
To hide your
Way of landing