A mistake I've made in my past. Searching for the light that's inside my head. But it always seemed so far out of grasp. Sharpen the spirit, and sift through my mind. But I'm always scared of what I'll find. Inside this storm I've grown detached. Mental collapse.
Lost in time...Searching
Free to be free, but want to be confined inside this tinted prism shaped mind. So I can say I'm fine and fall in line. Refuse to seek, refuse to learn. Can't face introspection magnified like this. Humiliation and self depreciation. Reprimand my life and rewriting the script.
A lost soul is a lost mind out of body on the periphery of time. Lost in time and still searching.
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