Still together we exist in this cyclical imprisonment
In between division and deliverance
Not fit to live in the provided sanctuary
Divided, declining, fighting and finding adversaries
In spite of that, we carry on, buried in shared strain at various levels
Wearing loss
Bearing with (un)fair trades and hair-raised moments
Scared and afraid to show it
Hide it behind embarrassment, arrogance or a range of emotions favoring faux bliss
Labor for devotions
We are strangers in motion displaying quotients in a failing tailored maze eroded
Trying to reclaim the notion of hope enough to hold it close and relay it to those whose trails are broken
We sail the same ocean, just from different coordinates
Setting course, prepping to swim if ever the oars should split
Detours and shifts will leave us torn, ripped and contorted
The importance lies in mending and focusing through distortions
Fortune is relative to the energies presented and collected
We're meant to redirect and seek affection, acceptance, perspective, progression and peace
Defeat will peek its head but still the pendulum proceeds
We'll bend and bleed and pick up the pieces of crippled dreams and incentives lent from simple achievements that we perceive as extra-necessarily special-attention-worthy
Like when my friend was lost, I thought forever, in torrential flurries
I spent some worried nights searching for resolution
Hours of endless scouring followed by tense seclusion
Dense and reclusive
Inanimate object abusive
The shoe fits right through this padded wall that's so obtrusive

And since I've been known to lose shit, my mind could be on that huge list
'Cause half the conversations I carry are useless and not even with a human

I've been passing beneath streetlights that flicker and then cut to black when I'm in their direct path

And I can't help but wonder "What does that mean?"
Could it be foreshadowing another sad scene?
With handhelds to summon the luster of bad dreams and capture the emotion so masterfully
Naturally, atrophy latches to the living to bring it to an end to bring it back to new beginnings
An absolute infinity fractioned into divinity
But I can't seem to fully understand the all and plan for me
We're all family in this existence
Taxed with a sense of that 'handle your business'
It's not enough to be animalistic
Damage inflict for intangible interests
Each a candle with lit wicks burning
The wax melts down, keeps the instincts working
Twisting, turning
In search of the answers
Within I'm reverting to adolescent spin drifts
The skin shrinks when I sink and submerge
Brain chain-linked to the brink of disturbed
Remaining chipper trying to sing with the birds but I just can't figure out the words
Listen and learn
At least try to harmonize keys
The melodies could help to start to find meaning
A far cry from the hardline feeling of leaving the heart to a dark side's lead
Fly free
Skies might be vast but they're packed with turbulence and rough patches
Just imagine the path and prepare
I'll see you on another side, maybe at the sun's collapse
What's that?
Scratching and crying out?
Is this all an example of what the mind allows?
I'll find out
Eye to the viewfinder
Have you been here all along?

'Cause I think that I can see you
If I could just widen this peephole enough to reach through
Feel around to see if I'm deceived by a dreamed truth
Eager to escape
Must break through this slate to make sure
I swear that I did see you
If I can just widen this peephole enough to reach though
Maybe I can squeeze and meet you there if you need me to
And we can find or make a way out of this place before the gates come crashing down under the weight of this black cloud drapery
If we don't act fast, we could be trapped and bound, achingly, under glass house safety
Cracked, now breaking and placing locks on the outer so how can I break you out?
I know that I did see you
So I will just widen this peephole enough to reach through
We'll follow the scenic route, viewing each season's bloom
Free to move in peace at a rational pace upon the path that we've been placed