Matthew Joseph Andel - Reasoned Idiocy For A Mariner lyrics

Lost in the middle of the sea holding onto delusions and debating my own moral confusion. Perplexed at how far I have indeed drifted. I can not decide, or I have trouble doing so rather, whether or not the cause and sub sequential root has been my ongoing political dissidence or my self-indulgent continuation of lethargy. Perhaps the latter but still I clinch, only barely, onto the belief that my disaffection for the supreme dominion and personal revolt, no matter the scope, is leading me to the promised gates of extreme recompense. The battle my heart wages at this tender moment is so immense and my dispa**ion, or aloofness if you will, makes it just next to impossible to interpret. It is extremely difficult to contextualize the rhetoric that plays out throughout one's demented internal narrative. Yet here I stand, float, attempting to do just that. The task becomes even more daunting with the constant realization of my own detachment. Constantly engulfed in doubt, of the self and human consensus, my path is all but a frail one. I swim sturdy and complete through the waters of malcontent. No longer do I shadow the echoed screams of foregoing men. Nor do I wish to continue shouting to the skies cries not of my own. No more am I a pawn to be moved at other's discretion and used at another's leisure. I have leapt over the unkept edges of society, and yes my friends, the gra** is greener. I am unaware, and perhaps I am the outlier here, of the longevity of this foremost excursion into the depths of unknown gesture. However, I am coming to terms with the irreversible fact that I am in this until it can complete it's harrowing deed and finally k** me off. A person often only regrets the beginning of something great when it inevitably comes to a screeching halt. In an un-self-loathing way I look with reverence towards the impending regret. The future remorse that is on it's way is like fire upon my conflicted soul. Good thing that upon the water is my home. I find refuge within the uncomfortable. In attempts to limit my own discourse, I will end by saying one thing. My seclusion is purely a fortified desire for peace and transcendence in which I choose to not waver from until that exact dream is fulfilled and I am able to run free just as my existence promised me as a child.