Suffering in your mind resembles a kingdom in distress
Where the king has but a cursed magician for an advisor
Who would by any sly means possible enforce dominion over his mind
To get him to wake up to his senses
To operate from his ruling authority of virtue
He needs to go to war
With his own mind
Blood. Must be shed.
This world is a retail store where your life is sold.
Some people are lucky enough to get a discount — But, the majority don’t.
Even if you do; there’s always going to be someone who managed to get it cheaper than what you bought it for.
This is an undeniable fact.
That’s exactly why you should expect to pay full price.
At all times.
Oh – how must it feel to soar like a bird
Painting pictures wafting through open skies
Breeze sifting through your shoulders
Must be nice, to be a bird you’d think
Failing to realize the trick your wicked mind plays
In wanting to be elsewhere but here
Look just a bit closer and you’ll find
How in wanting you perceive a tainted reality
One that even the bird never sees
You can choose to dream or learn to surrender
For in every moment there’s a quiet opportunity
To recognize that you’re already that bird
If you want to be
Crawling into the comforts of your every day
Quaintly terrorizing every step of its way
Howling and screaming, robbing you of certainity
Hope dwindles as the skies fade gray
Oh, if only the dear fear of failure would show its face