I'm torn
Choices make decisions into torture
When I'm torn
Can't tell the disguises from the supporters.
So I'm torn
What's right is wrong, old enemies become courters
Yeah I'm torn
Just stashin' memories like I'm a hoarder.
Sort of winded today
Can't catch my breath
Can barely breath
It's my intention to stay
Because to leave
Will be to grieve
But in the grand scheme of things
Intentions can quickly muddy
Funny
Once you got it figured out
Intentions mention money
Apprehension
Hits like a brick
The tension
Extra tonnage
Life lessons
Can tend to make you sick
Impression?
Not so sunny
You learn to revel in little things
Although they're just illusions
Spend time settling into things
To only slowly lose 'em
You choosin'?
Or have you figured out that choices don't exist?
Because the positive with options
Doesn't mitigate the risk.
Life is sick.
Tick tick
The clock is always movin'
Pick a path
In the nick of time
Too late to find improvement.
I'm chewin
on the shit that life keeps putting on my plate
I know that I was the chef and server.
I'm eating my own fate.
Is it too late?
Midnight in the garden
The evil's looking easy
Because the good
And the righteous
Late at night
Just tends to leave me.
So I guess it's time to wake up
Out of time for peaceful dreams
Black out curtains
no longer
shut out the world
from what it seems.
I'm torn
Choices make decisions into torture
When I'm torn
Can't tell the disguises from the supporters.
So I'm torn
What's right is wrong, old enemies become courters
Yeah I'm torn
Just stashin' memories like I'm a hoarder.
Am I thinking too much?
Trapped in the maze inside my head?
The labyrinthian halls
That twist and turn without an end.
I could get stuck in here forever
Never finding the way
Wish I had two heads.
Better than one
That's what they always say
I could look forward
And stare at the past
And keep 'em both in sight
It's an insight to my mind
To just incite a thought to find
I opine
And whine
And search
for something more devine
I keep my feet on the ground
And yet keep staring at the sky.
To learn to fly
Requires patience
That I'm afraid just don't exist
So time to look at the ground
And end the stumbling.
Know what I'll miss?
My sun
The one that blinds my eyes
When I might look too long
The one that feeds the trees that house the birds that sing the sweetest songs.
It's gone
Replaced by puddles
Left after the rain
Clouded over
I stop looking up
without it
Only pain
So it's the moon
That cold and often darkened
Lump of stone
That I'll be aiming my sights upon
Oh well.
I guess I'm home.
I'm torn
Choices make decisions into torture
When I'm torn
Can't tell the disguises from the supporters.
So I'm torn
What's right is wrong, old enemies become courters
Yeah I'm torn
Just stashin' memories like I'm a hoarder
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