With Open Eyes.
1/03
I find it strange
that I get inspiration in these
complications,
seemingly addicted to the chaos I cradle,
finding meaning in these painful
pangs of confusion, that I
can't help but delve to the bottom,
where there lies the best of the
dark, rich bitterness, so I
feed my cynical sickness,
product, cause and witness to
my own decent into
disintegration, loosing myself
to find myself,
shedding all definition in
the attemps to find some true meaning,
doing this to discover why
it is that I feel the need to
do this, having always felt this was a
process I'd understand in time, wondering
now that I've found myself a cube if I'll
be forced back in line,
condemned to this prison like flatland,
trying to make certain not to
ignore this invisible side of mine,
hoping I don't grow to
ignore that I ignore this side,
telling myself that I'll
own my Self in time,
master my Will with
three open eyes.
1/03
I find it strange
that I get inspiration in these
complications,
seemingly addicted to the chaos I cradle,
finding meaning in these painful
pangs of confusion, that I
can't help but delve to the bottom,
where there lies the best of the
dark, rich bitterness, so I
feed my cynical sickness,
product, cause and witness to
my own decent into
disintegration, loosing myself
to find myself,
shedding all definition in
the attemps to find some true meaning,
doing this to discover why
it is that I feel the need to
do this, having always felt this was a
process I'd understand in time, wondering
now that I've found myself a cube if I'll
be forced back in line,
condemned to this prison like flatland,
trying to make certain not to
ignore this invisible side of mine,
hoping I don't grow to
ignore that I ignore this side,
telling myself that I'll
own my Self in time,
master my Will with
three open eyes.
