I can't fight your pessimism.
I can't make you see
What I see
the horror, the chance
of catastrophe.

I simply cannot seal
the lips of the fountain's mouth
Honesty overflows
desperate to carry out
its reality.

You need to see
that whatever you believe
is what is going to be.

Often placing your gentle hand
on the hot-winter coal
it consistency burns
for at least this you can control.

The power of perception
brings the fire of deception
Telling you that there is no chance
of love
There is no such thing
as joy.
For it is but only a game.

You listen to your fears,
despite it's drool
despite it's lies
you are the fool.

You listen to that which
will inevitably cry.
I am a lie
I am your mind.