Driven by its consumption
Altered by its meaning
and Frightened by its prevalence.
I am in love with my mind
Should I think another way
Was I meant to think in such delusions
Or should I wait to speak from lunacy.
Impulsively driven but we all loose logic
Passion negating our reasonable mention
But now we weep, trapped by degenerative muscles
Forced to fight for a sense we once had
And the past we used to remember.
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 5:41 AM UTC
Driven by its consumption
Altered by its meaning
and Frightened by its prevalence.
I am in love with my mind
Should I think another way
Was I meant to think in such delusions
Or should I wait to speak from lunacy.
Impulsively driven but we all loose logic
Passion negating our reasonable mention
But now we weep, trapped by degenerative muscles
Forced to fight for a sense we once had
And the past we used to remember.