As I take in all the long days
I ask myself is this really how home tastes
the wrong place I feel like I've been in after I've escaped
to the top of the mountains where I seemed to fit it
feel the feeling that resides within
every since I was a young kid
before I knew I ever had a mission
pure bliss.. before I knew how to truly even listen
before I had to witness the struggles of life and emotions bubbling over due to the lack of having a mic.
I remember when nothing seemed right..
the world seemed hopeless
before my dreams were ever spoken
before they were even approaching the open mind
this feeling is just so divine
hoping that I can flow with the motions of this climb
was blind until I uncovered the treasury that was buried beneath the time
the truth it changed my mind indefinitely
severing all the ties to everything I've ever learned and assuming it was lies until I earn the piece of mind to believe it with my own eyes
I've been shown a disguise most of my life
projected by someone else's perception
perpetuated by misconception
and mental expansion neglection..
it's simple... I stand to correct all the lies that disconnect
me from acceptance and perfection