ill-will generated for all

can connect unlikely differentials

the mind exploiting equality

can measure shared intuition

There is no prize for winning fights
There are no spectators nor screams
There are just long nights and troubled dreams
We play by worldly rules
We are punished by the same
By them we are fools and dubbed insane
Outcasts we are and outcasts we'll be
Until one day we can show them why and bid them see.

Through the darkness of this illness I lay
Praying for light and joy to come my way
Realizing in sickness there must be more
What may I learn from this bleak score
Alas I've realized I can adore
The solitude and quiet bliss I have in store
From lifes busyness and exhausting door
I come through to a quiet shore
Using my mind I can explore
A plethora of ideas that never bore
Then happiness and joy are once more restored.

The End

Contortionist thoughts
Lurk, deep in the recesses
Twisting "good" to "bad"

Yes, my soul has been bleeding,
how else can it renew?
And now my old self is leaving,
can I be rescued?
These thoughts battle with my heart, though they'll never win.
Because I've long obtained an ultimate strength that I carry within.
This is a history book now,
and I've made the pages.
and history will change now,
it's gone on for too many ages.
These thoughts battle with my heart, though they'll never win.
Because I've long obtained an ultimate strength that I carry within.
My mind, it's too impressionable now.
Alone, experiences have influenced me.
This soul, it will win this battle somehow.
Foretold, I feel this change has got to be.

Free, present, and steady
My mind, minds its own, this way it is always ready.

My memories are drifting away from me on water that is my stream of consciousness
At the mercy of its vigorous flow where will they go
I'll never know
For if I dive too deep into the depths of my mind
I might lose sight of life
So I choose instead to pay the small price
As my memories float down stream

Memories that were once so dear to me
Memories that were once my present so prevalent
Are now the past that has passed me too quickly
Moving down stream

There they go drifting away
I'm watching them be lead further astray
The more I look, the more I remember
My stream's overflowing with thoughts and emotion
I'm drowning in a current as deep as the ocean
Along my long gone memories
I am terrified to let them
Go down stream

If I push too hard against the wave
I'll be gone and alone
And so will everything I feel the need to save
Everything I've ever thought felt or seen
So goodbye old friends
Floating down stream

Questions are mind boggling!
The key, However.
Is within the answer.
Of your mind.