There's a realm of perplexity
Beyond the walls of reality
A consequence of wits
Behind a shroud of eyelids
A constant sense of foreboding
Of every recent shortcoming
A conglomeration of me
And all i seek to see
But this depth is too deep
And the slope is too steep
The pull is constant and steady
My own will feels petty
Condemned to my hazy abode
Muddled at the node
Seeking only to find a path:
The dreams of a polymath
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 9:51 PM UTC
There's a realm of perplexity
Beyond the walls of reality
A consequence of wits
Behind a shroud of eyelids
A constant sense of foreboding
Of every recent shortcoming
A conglomeration of me
And all i seek to see
But this depth is too deep
And the slope is too steep
The pull is constant and steady
My own will feels petty
Condemned to my hazy abode
Muddled at the node
Seeking only to find a path:
The dreams of a polymath
