I always strongly wish that you could fully read,
things in my head, the fight, the pity, the need,
Four fronts open, mosh like never seen,
and not a single one is really breaking in…
Blinded I keep on chasing the dream,
sleepwalking on heaven’s thin rim,
I forget, I rage and take the blue pill,
I knock over the glass, I let the evil spill,
to save self from all the visible dangers,
stray away and look for random strangers.
The body that is a prison for the mind,
my mind would be yours, if it’d be mine.
But I learn, it is never enough to think
and even not enough to tell.
Deed is more than promise in blood ink.
Those who do, they do fare well.
But I got nothing much to give you