I’m uninspired lost I’m in search of fire
I’m under the wire the frost and it hurts to smile
I’m asunder the wonderment of earth has tired
I’m a number just another one of her admires
She brushed off cut off and cursed to spiral
So I shut off reversed and worked the file
Till I hit dirt and dug for my worth for miles
I ripped my shirt at the sound of the surf defiled
Would it wash me I fought through these thoughts that mosh me It cost me my horse but not before he lost me discouraged
School me how the bully is purged
Then fools me as the ruler of worlds
Through the wool of the Word I find myself being fully submerged
Keeping cool though the duel in me surge in the pool of the pen
Knowing the sword is the tool of most men
Going to war with a fool at both ends
I wonder will I win this fight
Between my heart and my mind
A tug of war back and forth I try
But I feel so defeated
I won’t be cheated this time
I’m just an ant when the thumb in the stars appears
Who loves to rant with a drum in the hall of ears
Summon all my fears with a tongue on my tears
Sing a song you would swear wasn’t sung in my years
Saw the sun from a hunters gun its all clear
I’m just another one hungry for a running deer
Love me here love me now or not never
A feather without a flock the clock put me together
Like high noon waving my hands and I’m strewn
Till I’m soon braving dry land and typhoons
What’s a cog to give is it cognitive
Is it a dog that lives out of reach from a leash
Or a mob of kids with a sword in eye
Waging war on a beach to be the lord of flies
I’m on the border line where Shearwaters fly
Needing peace in a belief that ain’t organized
I wonder will I win this fight
Between my heart and my mind
A tug of war back and forth I try
But I feel so defeated
I won’t be cheated this time
I was born angry sworn to endure as a baby
Despite the attempts to deform me This morning I crawled from my safety
Bored with its warning it’d break me to break free
And all that is wrong with this world would invade me Normalcy ate me plagued me and scorned me and shamed me I bore how it made me a pawn to be played by a king
Who had staged the whole thing for his praising
Made me afraid like a brick in a wall stalling a break in
I’m sick if it all you swore He forgave me than tricked me to fall
I wore what you gave me and lived for it all but I listen no more
For that gift to us all is that rift in our thought that persists to be called
From the dark to what lives when we sieve through the force of the light
For the weight and the bliss of it all