Allow me please to deliver the sermon on my mind,
I'm beginning to feel like I might be a bit behind the times.
All this hesitation and procrastination has got me so far back
that I swear some times I can hear the crack
of existence coming into existence with persistance in this instance.
My thoughts all scattered as if it even matters,
as my heart pitter patters, torn to tatters.
As if it even matters.
Left by the wayside? Every time but still I tried.
I pushed myself to heights unkown hell I've flown.
But just like Icarus our brain is just sick enough.
And we fall to land self buried and forgotten.
Some times I smile but it really isn't often.
Plaster starts to soften, the mask slips and I've lost them.
They see the pain my life has been,
and I swear it triggers something primal in them.
A fear that I've become less than just a man?
Is there something I'm missing? Some part of the big plan?
Maybe I lost it when the world fell in?
I'd tell all, but where to begin?
So I guess I'll leave you with this.
The truest kind of cruelty is sealed with a kiss.