I have a bright idea
But i don't wanna burn you.
So i'll throw some shade instead.
Tell me who owns you.
Open eyes, left to blind
Contingency, to blow your mind.
I never said it would be perfect.
I just said that i could make you a prefect of light.
Do you know what you want from this life?
I know what the flesh wants.
Denial of carnal nature as temporal illusion.
Write me off, please just write me off!
Concentration phrase..."become yourself"
I am a disingenuous example of your fears.
Reflecting your retrograde processions in descension.
Do you know what you want from this life?
(Open eyes, left for blinding)
I know what the flesh wants
(Loosen the ties, that act as your binding)
Blessed with the gift of moving the hearts of men with the wave of your hand, you turn it to curses that meet no means to the end. i know this well, i do it too. Burning their souls because i'm bored and alone. Is that why i can't seem to sleep sometimes? Reflecting the line i cross, in my open eyes.
You can be more than this place.
After all's said and done
I'm just a mile marker.
How you can recall your pace.
Base relations, well yes, i know them well.
I'd much rather see you save yourself from Hell.
On Earth, as it is in Heavens above.
Under the stars in the sky (falling faster and faster)
Over the face of many waters (calling disastrously enamored)
Thunderous thus far in mine eyes (i see the bigger picture, for all of us)
Faustian identity, thrice negated daughter of reason (if i should build a lectern, would you help me define the crux?)
My open eyes, see straight on through unto time unlapsed.
Do you know what you want from this life?
(Open eyes, left for blinding)
I know what the flesh wants
(Loosen the ties, that act as your binding)
Base relations denied for the better cause.
Be greater than than them. Be greater than I.
You can be more than this place.
After all's said and done
I'm just a mile marker.
Take note before it's too late.

Proud of This?(Terrestrial Entanglement)
A toss; ruminating murmurs echoically stir me from my vision, eyes pulled to a close...at once they shutter open to attain the light that flashed between my waking sight and where I found myself just before. A turn; lavish sound corrupts my perception from an active interface; to cathode radiant coincidence. Coinciding incidents, to be most literal. In crude paraphrase "I'm not going to begin to act like I understand paradox'"...an ironic character movement that summated what i saw as a whole...a fish-eye take on the constitution of your shape, peering wildly; might I add mirroring my own resolve; as real as static screen splashed across the blank canvas. That which is the void within a blink..a twitching lens advance.."what are you looking for?" The chills...electromagnetic allowance...lasting the length of the slight a second-hand travels. "why were you looking there?"
One man's hell is some woman's seemingly, audio-visual hallucinatory lectern. From wherefore all is one and none are spared. An exponential singularity, turning in and out and on itself until one is many. Too many to count; see where this is going or don't..."don't go!" or "is this where the sea opens up?" No. One man's hallucination is another man's seemingly orthodox dream, teeming with deja vu, but then again tomorrow is the only time you'll know the night before. Astral apprehension... Differentiate the physical form; a fraction of true manifestation; the spirits been warned. Fractally wandering this fatal wonderment. What was I thinking? Was i waking? Was I dreaming?
"why were you looking for..."