Impossible Figure

Forced open eyes, i felt the heat cling to me
Felt the air pass through me
Rode an engine that was wearing down
From bearing me between the nether ends of questions
Past my half-learned lessons
While i faked a joyful sound
Chrysalis, always waiting, wasting time
Debating action, feeling smart
And pushing to be pulled apart
You know this road so well
Can't tell me where it leads
Fifty miles of extremes, from contact to withdrawal
That engine's slowing to a crawl
Doubtful of a coming change
That turns half into a whole
Without feeling pain at all
You know this road so well
Can't tell me
Where it leads...
It's only in-between