Soul

There have been many times when I asked look into my eyes

For the last few years, I’ve seen through false ties

Lost myself within my own fixations

Procrastination, lust, and most of all addiction

All of which pushed me to my new premonition.

In the abyss with lights coming from afar

Looking around I see nothing, total blackness

But I hear scrambling, so I’m stuck helpless

Reaching for assistance yet not a soul reaches me

I’m blind to reality and that’s what I fail to see

Ideals and idols decorate my fallacy

Where only my point of view is valid equals blasphemy

That in turn creates a dark twisted fantasy.

No one shall prosper without knowing the road ahead

Opinions overriding fact only leads to our demise

Yet you are afraid of your own eyes

Micheal told me it starts with the man in the mirror

For a blindfold called ignorance makes self-reflection inferior.

In order to see the light, one must leave the darkness

Blanketed by the warmth of lies and delusion

This wasn’t their vision with the declaration of our constitution

But who am I to judge in this sea of confusion?

Nature has a funny way of pulling us in certain directions

Energies and spirits are also an influence.

This life shit is all based upon perceptions

The ones above us have fallen to deviance.

The true key is uplifting the masses

Yet most just want to show they are classless.

After giving the answers, they label you a prophet

That’s only the case when they see the profit

They want to be a goat so bad, a soured concept

We’ve all walked a lonely road; I’ll stay a misfit.

Unseal your eyes and look toward the future

We’re in disarray and we need to make a change

I going to dedicate myself to the culture

Use my words and amplify my range

That way my own kids won’t have to say Life is Strange.

I see the lights reach has widened within our story

But it’s not on us, but for the next generation

For we are meant to give them the tools to grasp glory

And unify our people to eliminate separation

Between the lost and found

To many the idea is profound

But tell me, what is the sound?

I can hear the circadian rhythm push me forward

To go ahead and spread a wise word

To start from the bottom means starting from coal

A diamond from the rough is in my soul.