My thoughts and how I feel don't agree
Imagine those that see don't believe
This life is like a field goal to me
But I'm doing it in steel toes with cleets
Conceal no defeat. It's opposite can feel so serene
I'm afraid of it, but shield no release
I target it like oilfields overseas
Equipped with the only gears to heal those machines
A steel rosary is not something that I believe in
Need a telescope to mark the distances I'm reaching
The clarity that I've been witnessing my dreams in's
The reason I'm living within instances of sleeping
Move with images I live in as a sequence
My bitterness equips me with a weakness
Connecting to another realm, but it's illiterate
It seems that gibberish is all that it can speak in
See I'm Indifferent to the interest in agreements
Speaking over things I would have to see to believe is
A waste of the time given. Don't live in fictional speeches
I limit every image I imagine as a defense
My thoughts are barbaric. I envision em pillaging
Every village that my wisdom lives and sleeps in
But often stars perish as I'm staring into space
As my ego is erased, I can leave it