I can never make up my mind
Don't know if I want day or nighttime
Can't choose if I want to be in or outside
Maybe I want to be alone, or have you by my side
Can't decide if my cry for help is justified
Should I tell the truth or should I have lied
To be open about my feelings, or to hide
Is it ok to not hold back tears & to cry
Let waters swallow me or ride the tide
To be closed off or have my arms open wide

When he wakes, it ends his sound dreamscapes
Profound takes on the world around him
We're all walking through sorrow
& gasping for air as we drown in sin
Today is akin to tomorrow
So he hopes tomorrow doesn't follow
He just needs to borrow some love
So his head can stay above, when push comes to shove

Life's never too Ideal, it's like stormy weather
Two eyed child with his third eye's perspective severed
Heard of blessings, received a curse & wants it tethered
Hates the weights on his consciousness & wants it feathered
Fate states he's never to end with this endeavour
Forever to be displeasured
He's just sought the comfort he so vividly treasures
Taught effort won't make him triumphant, doesn't matter
***-for tat, in tatters, with his hope set to shatter soon
The night sky is his mind & his dreams are the moon