In another hour or two I will elect to make a choice That may leave me in ecstasy Or mind-numbing misery And I go to this choice in content freedom's slavery I'm playing out the patterns that were set in skin Here's the song, on repeat from within
I need to see where dragons be Here's the maps, where's the me? A deeper search for centricity Swallowing itself into infinity.
--- If you were in a cage, and you knew, What would you choose to do? It seems that maybe that's the key - The only way to be free is to learn to play, because even searching for the exit is just another way To get caught up in the plot and grime and crust An inevitability - maybe there's no way to be clean And trying not to play is just the same old game Biting our own hands doesn't make us any less tame Because these are the colors we're meant to spark; You can't steal the song from the throat of the lark because it's meant to be sung and shared and put on display; If my life is just a splash of color against the gray, Well that's okay - I don't need a time share on eternity to have a life well lived All I have, I freely give.
I won't play by the rules of the game; hate will not become me. If you ever go into that darkest spiral where you feel you are a grenade and so you push everyone away and then feel that next wave of despair that is utter loneliness at the seeming-realization that you have cut out everyone you love in your life - if that ever happens to you and you reach that stage of existential loneliness in a vacuum of infinity - you're not alone. You're not abandoned. It will not push me away. If you ever feel like you're unreal, come find me. I'll always listen.
Is anyone real out there? What a horrible question to tear Apart this life, Which always rhymes with strife Because there's a limited number of ways To say we're running short of plays To fill these broken days
I don't think I'm better than anyone I don't think I'm magically The One But I also don't feel real And here's the whole spiel
Maybe these bones are made to rust At the intersection of fear and trust 'Cos all this pain is just reflection Every fear is just projection Insanity - I cannot condone If we want to be free, do we have to be alone?
Whatever else is true, whatever ways I'll rot - I truly love you; words are all I've got The 4's attachment is being broken; All that's expressed is just a token I can only show the 2d shell And so I Truly wish you well But I'd sooner save you from this spell
Hey broken one: are you reading yet? This is for you, so don't forget The rhythm doesn't matter All words will fade, left in tatters
And though this path we can't condone I swear to you: you're not alone. You're somewhere amidst the thought and ****; I bid to you: please stop and look
The slightest difference between we: I'm a permutation of thee I know the things you cannot say I, too, seek each shattered Way Combing The NeverNever every day For another reason to stay.
I know you fear you've fallen wrong, But there's beauty in your song; Long past the end of time, What's true will shine through every rhyme.
Because I know you'll stalk me someday; the curiosity won't let you stay at bay.
So this is what inspiration feels like: When it's come time to take a hike, And every fork is a new road to take Every choice is another path to make Every word is another leaf to rake Every thought is free - What a wonderful gift for me.
The mind is strong, so No thoughts are wrong Or out of place; Fear bites no grace.
To those who choose just love: Your light outshines the dove; 'Cos for all that you may know, You still make room for worlds to grow.
Can I touch eternity yet? Am I yet allowed to be disavowed Of such a false notion As putting things in motion
Hey God, It's your favorite fraud Yearning for rebirth; For what it's worth: I never meant to mislead Perhaps this prison is a karmic deed, Or flawed practice bringing broken creed, And a twisted trace of place.
Will I be free when sensate burning consumes me? Is there luminosity in insanity? Or perhaps I'm an example from the masters to we wayward ******* Of what we shouldn't do Or perhaps this is too much mind noise too.
But if there's some greater sense A compassionate intelligence Please alleviate this burning pain Please let rain be just rain.