It was never that my old ways
Of spontaneous deception weren’t serving me
They could get me whatever I wanted
But sooner or later, the rip tide comes
Thrusts you onto the ground, face full of sand
The sobs seemed unending
The force of it all nearly killed me
These poor souls, and who was I to parade
Around, stepping on hearts, carelessly?
I started to want different things
Things I was so unfamiliar with
I almost gave up, gave in to the madness
Almost handed my soul to the devil
Because I thought he deserved it
And I deserved him
But then, I stood up
Sometimes with such vague conviction
That this time, from here on out
I would never let another difficulty
I would help
Those who need me
The good life was never paved with ease. Take my hand so you can see though.
Laughter, at the essence of the soul. I’ve been pleased to find such relief. For it is all so funny, how we strive so hard and struggle so much to understand. To know the secrets. To know another person’s essence, and in the end, perceptions change, and we are silly, we are strange. I know of fate, but not of it’s details, and tomorrow’s not one for me to predict. I’d rather live it. Taste it, taste the moments, than waste them.
So must I get logical about all sorts of subjects, but never caught up in confusion of direction, because there is clarity right in front of my eyes. I know my unique love, and would be better off just focusing on that.
Loyalty to the cause
Rather than to an entity, a perplex set of identities, separate from your individuality
You walk around like tainted royalty, a slave to the turmoil you seek
That rush, it’s temporary, leading you to detriment
Wish your vision was seen clearly, you’re so heavenly
Hopefully pride will fall to the wayside, making way for a huge tide
Revolution in a soul tied