Twisting with the devil in another day of hard earned peace,
Packing thoughts in little boxes counting down till when it'll cease,
Logic out the window as a war can breed a peaceful end,
And fighting with the devil is a dance with the right tools to spend,
Shaking of the shackles that hold down my insecurity,
Sharpening the vision of the world that's right in front of me,
Reminds me that my mind is mine and inaccessible to others,
Feeling foolish for ever feeling special a heartache that I smother