I keep my solitude in harsh conditions
To contemplate my inhibitions
Flashing light, blinded vision
Could not deter me from my mission
I reached and yelled, which caused me tension
Still, there are things I shouldn’t mention
That slip in and out of my attention
And help me escape into the fifth dimension
But that is where I tend to dwell
The madness away from the daily hell
Of living, breathing in and out my skin
Must it all end before it begins?