Skewed vision when I followed the cynosure// Beam balancing Can’t hold my own sometimes// Made up characters to separate my thoughts from “myself”// Split my cares in eights// Off with the indecision// Fall asleep as soon as the tears hit the pillow// Head up, delusional// Unparagoned// So I think Perception shields the egomaniac residing in me// I make it seem as if so, but really with my intentions, I’ll never know how things will play out// Misterpretating will be my end// With no one to truly seek, I play with the inconsistencies.... so what about guilt?// My character doesn’t mind the idiosyncrasies I portray... I do it for the show Merging with the relentless and the glorious It ***** to be Sweet, bittersweet//