Thinking, feeling, folding
Our minds are such wonderful things
They're beautifully constructed to understand, to bloom like an origami lotus
Thinking, feeling, folding
Folding upon themselves
Like a kalaeidoscope spiralling indefinitely, colours breaking apart and connecting once again
Thinking, feeling, folding
Can you smell the roses?
Do they smell sweet like you remember? Or perhaps you've been wrong this whole time?
Thinking, feeling, folding
How deep do your fears run?
Can you brush them off like dust, or perhaps they pulse in your blood and keep you awake?
Thinking, feeling, folding
Folding
Folding
Folding
Thinking, feeling, folding
The paper's wearing thin
Thinking, feeling, folding
More worn than it's ever been
Thinking, feeling, folding thoughts
Sights, sounds, leaves you distraught
Flailing images that must not be caught
Against your own mind that must be fought
Thinking, feeling, folding
Folding
Folding
Folding
Thoughts