sitting in the corner, with the blinds drawn shut
trying to keep the view simple
too many phrases too many stop and goes
all crowding in the station
waiting to get on board
but carefully manipulated by the surrondings
and bam they're all gone
fallen to the ground, and wailing
lost ideas and metaphors
i don't want them in my head
i want them dead
stuttering, get them out,
trying to tell you something
but the mindset is swollen
and the logic questionable at best
so i ask myself
do i want to make fire, and burn a tree
or do i wish for the silence that inhibits every breath
and slowly but surely causing me to fall behind
and i watch myself folornly
not much i can do
i yell and i scream
but i can't hear me
all those ideas
all those phrases
all those dreams
gone
all except one
and thats to move on
even though its one step forward ten steps back
never gaining always reversing
and never getting to where i want to be
rivers of mistakes and torrents of shackles
holding me back
so i got me some bolt cutters
and snapped them loose
but still, i can't seem to find the truth
and im still fighting to breathe
one step closer to the answer?
or one step further behind
I wish i could see here
but I am surely blind
All i wanted was a moment in this life of mine
whereapon i actually figured and got it in line
but surely enough
that was but a dream
and the only thing keeping my sanity
is the dream i keep for me
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