sittin there
with a silly stare
wakin up from nightmares
im unsure what this existence is
anymore
it seems that my dreams
yes they haunt me
or is it that the circuitry
that produces life to seem dreary
they just want me to look further
dig deep
to find out whats going on inside
in the course of complexity
of course i must write
but it seems like
when i do
i go off course
and there is no path in sight
no need to beg remorse
when one is living
what is wrong what is right
i figure one in the same
they just both feelings
we're so quick to judge
and deal out all these killings
killings of the physical
annihilation of the mental
and continued willings
so no wonder many of us
proceed to lack potential.

There's no deny we have our will,
the will to suffer or to drill.
To drill to master the emotions,
make devotions, sail the oceans.
Of course it matters, our will,
but somehow it just makes me ill.
Because the willings and desires, are all the weapons of the liars.
They make you think you have a will,
but in the end its just their reel.
Before you know it, you are caught,
and even though you think you fought,
the truth is that you were defeated,
the moment your desires heated.