i’m trying hard to define
who i am, where i stand, and what is really mine
Time just seems to float on by
and like my mind, spaces fill the unkind

 But if I’m thinking that I’m sinking to depression or a form of safety
If my weaknesses aren’t clean, than it’s my thoughts that rape me
but maybe when i dream there lies the future and what’s really brewing
is it i who dreams a future when the monetary value screws me?
i can’t take a mold, i need to be exposed
i can’t handle mystery baby, just give it to me

I’m seeing shapes in wisdom’s shadows holding facts from only god knows

And it appears I hold the key but am still unsure which door will find me
and together we would sigh holding hands in the starlight
i miss you boy, i do. and i don’t care if i’m the fool.