Music:Poison The Well : Artist's Rendering Of Me
Mood:The familiar looping of contradicting thoughts
As crazy as it sounds, I somewhat like confusion. I enjoy rocking back and fourth between that positiveness I know exsists inside me, and into the darkness that created me. I wrote this today, I named it 'All The While'
Maybe its because we dont look hard enough
Maybe the reason were lost;
Is because weve never truly been found.
We hide from all the light,
Knowing that only our own darkness can keep us warm.
Some people hold keys
While others hold hammers and nails.
Most people try to crucify us to their standards;
While the rest accept us for the poison we are.
Our attempts can never stand measurable to that one time we failed.
Each time we fall, we tend to get back up
Or is it, every time we get up we somehow manage to fall?
Are you a pusher; or did you just happen to jump?
Was that a line you just crossed; or did you draw itself around you?
Can the worlds' imagination be suppressed by one persons fact?
Maybe if we make our dreams into something everyone is able to believe, we will in turn wake up finding ourselves livings inside of a reality that only exists because people like us choose to participate.
Good Night all...
Mood:The familiar looping of contradicting thoughts
As crazy as it sounds, I somewhat like confusion. I enjoy rocking back and fourth between that positiveness I know exsists inside me, and into the darkness that created me. I wrote this today, I named it 'All The While'
Maybe its because we dont look hard enough
Maybe the reason were lost;
Is because weve never truly been found.
We hide from all the light,
Knowing that only our own darkness can keep us warm.
Some people hold keys
While others hold hammers and nails.
Most people try to crucify us to their standards;
While the rest accept us for the poison we are.
Our attempts can never stand measurable to that one time we failed.
Each time we fall, we tend to get back up
Or is it, every time we get up we somehow manage to fall?
Are you a pusher; or did you just happen to jump?
Was that a line you just crossed; or did you draw itself around you?
Can the worlds' imagination be suppressed by one persons fact?
Maybe if we make our dreams into something everyone is able to believe, we will in turn wake up finding ourselves livings inside of a reality that only exists because people like us choose to participate.
Good Night all...