I feel like I could not write
it ***** up my mind
what is it I am so afraid of
perfection, happiness, for once?

I feel unstuck
and that's good, that's great!
if you touch things, they'll turn to ****
not to gold, hey

that deep need to tell
crosses with my need to live
my need to meet God
to do versus to speak
I don't think they are so apart, you see

I will venture deep into my brain
with one hand outside the hole
to climb back
so I don't lose my soul

Irony everywhere
it's the key to success