So much traffic through my head these days
With so little time taken to watch
The movie playing in my mind
Little wonder then that I have no perception
Of my motivation in this unfolding story.
Now unaware of my background to questions
Longing, begging to be spoken
I hesitate, and shield from the world
What remains of projected images.
Then diving into that pool of emotions
I've kept closed for a time of repair,
And finding that it was never as
Unpleasant there as hiding can be.
Once more the sleepless nights come and
Beckon me to complete the analysis
Of activity within the depths of my soul.
Rising up with frightening agility come the walls.
Locked behind them for a change,
I search for a pure feeling of satisfaction
And finding none, I stumble blindly in the
Darkness, experiencing numbing mists of disbelief.
Only they disappear into a playful challenge
Hearing only the voice which scatters
Misty reflection, I jump at a startling light
Casting shadows on a proud, beaten
Character now improvising discernment without insight...
With so little time taken to watch
The movie playing in my mind
Little wonder then that I have no perception
Of my motivation in this unfolding story.
Now unaware of my background to questions
Longing, begging to be spoken
I hesitate, and shield from the world
What remains of projected images.
Then diving into that pool of emotions
I've kept closed for a time of repair,
And finding that it was never as
Unpleasant there as hiding can be.
Once more the sleepless nights come and
Beckon me to complete the analysis
Of activity within the depths of my soul.
Rising up with frightening agility come the walls.
Locked behind them for a change,
I search for a pure feeling of satisfaction
And finding none, I stumble blindly in the
Darkness, experiencing numbing mists of disbelief.
Only they disappear into a playful challenge
Hearing only the voice which scatters
Misty reflection, I jump at a startling light
Casting shadows on a proud, beaten
Character now improvising discernment without insight...
