What does it mean to be committed? I guess I'll never know.
A straight jacket for many, is only double breasted to sew.
A sequence, perspective, I clearly cannot see.
The fabric of life, a colour blind spectrum.

A flutter of nonsense, a chaos self imposed.
We look for the missing key, a petal, a rose.
But the more we worry, the further we get.
A puddle of tears, and now I'm just wet.

So I'll say it again, and I've said it before,
I'll open my window, let rain on the floor.
I lie in the sun, till I believe my own thoughts,
A struggle, a murmur, a stomach of knots.

This deal of confusion, is really just ease,
Knowing this world will awaken some day,
Love is the answer, simply no one to please.