What strings to start with when unraveling the knots of minds thought? The chore itself can be so daunting, that procrastination sets in, and the only easy choice is to let the knots collect themselves in a mass of nagging confusion, while you sit and speculate just what the hell you are going to do with the thing. This 'confusion' of knots is your life, and the strings that are tangeld are your memories, dreams, fears, etc.
How did this happen? When did you loose yourself, in yourself? And how do you find your path again? Will you look to the sun to lead the way only to watch it set into dark night, with only the stars to whisper to and wish upon? Your voice falling on deaf ears, and your questions resting in the hands of something you barely understand as is. Ironic.
The moon seduces you into unconscious dreams, with the only security it can provide: the promise of a new day.
How did this happen? When did you loose yourself, in yourself? And how do you find your path again? Will you look to the sun to lead the way only to watch it set into dark night, with only the stars to whisper to and wish upon? Your voice falling on deaf ears, and your questions resting in the hands of something you barely understand as is. Ironic.
The moon seduces you into unconscious dreams, with the only security it can provide: the promise of a new day.