Crucible of Thoughts
Crucible of Thoughts (12/8/2007)
I wake to face the thoughts that echo inside
My brain’s the safest place where the process can hide
The space behind my eyes, the chamber within
A mix of love and fear and the good ways and sin
Where ambitions within will meld into catastrophe
And liquefied dramatics, once poured, that come after me
It’s something that I have to see to understand this life
But how do I really know when the wrong things are right?
Cause my sight is subjective when I see what I reach for
The scenario’s been given thought, but I think that it needs more
The battle, in me, stored and hidden from public
I bottle it up whether I hate it or love it
Cause I hate to discuss it when I don’t know the outcome
I’m never really finished when I say that I’m now done
The puzzle continues and plays with me daily
I can never succeed, though I’m not really failing
I just tail it off at the end as I retreat to my mind
To over think it through and lose track of the time
Look at those eyes, though, I love what’s within
Yet, the questions remain when the lines are drawn thin
But the light is drawn in and turns into a spotlight
The heat is intense, but I don’t care if it’s not right
Or maybe I do and I’ll just bite into the bullet
Made from the meld that my confusion’s polluted
Notes: It’s intentionally convoluted. As for the technical aspects, it’s a little rough since I kept getting fucking distracted.
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