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