Scattered ideas flooding the gates Leaving behind tainted thoughts The worst part about thinking Is not having a clear idea Of anything your thinking about
Where am I Curiously traveling through life On an empty journey for happiness But only finding little episodes In a moment When all seemed clear Another cloud storms the valley And reality checks back in So again I ask Where am I
Rivers surge throughout the valley The grey of the clouds engulfs any light But in a moment all is clear And has calmed Until again The storm takes hold of the valley An endless cycle of chaosity
Mystical patterns fill the sky An endless void Consuming a lost soul The serpent crowds the screen And fills the darkness Not with fear But with acceptance
A beautiful smile Radiates the energy of the sun Green eyes fueling the source With the shape of a goddess Oblivious to his truth And unwanting of his intentions What is to be done When there is no control of the situation