I wanna be fearless, I wanna be whole
I wanna have all these thoughts under control.
I want to just tell you, to not search like me.
To not dive off this cliff. To find new remedy.
Because thoughts are like citys, they build and they build.
They’re instilled and fulfilled, say ‘be skilled or be killed’.
For if you provoke them, the devil do touch.
He casts fear in your life, named hell an such.
A cosmic delusion, two rights and no wrongs.
No psychotic infusion, just right and high strung.
If you come chasing, the mind will shred beds.
It will offer, inspire, be helpful but dead.
It grabs what it can, under false label ‘mine’.
And can take a whole lifetime to see the real sunshine.
It’s like we’re mislead and tortured, abused and confused.
Or whatever excuse you’d have me use.
You see its only ever us that distorts our views
There’s confusion everywhere, simply one we cannot choose.
You could go chasing, like I’ve done in time.
Finding what’s to blame for this war of what’s ‘mine’.
But you see, I believe life is perfect. We all just distort.
This log in our eyes always chooses retort.
It’s like a game so easy, but we are missing the point.
If we let our mouths believe our devils, on others our pain will melt.