Hard to find words lately
Hard to do my thing.
But so easy getting in
the ivory tower of obsession
And dying there, too too deep
The ivory tower can ****

Everything contained and uptight inside
Nothing blooms, nothing thrives
"At last it doesn't die" I merely survive
but I'm enjoying the ride though
Your blue eyes seem to fill the emptiness
But they really do not take away this mess
This inarticulated stress!

You are starting to disgregate
what you really want from your self
Be aware! Organize your guts
Give up control for all
Be the Chariot and the Fool