The truth you ignore will hurt you only once but the lie you celebrate will haunt you everytime you think about it.
You can destroy the void only if you accept and dwell in it.
Round and round, it doesn’t allow you to be found;
For you lost immensely in the deep blue ocean
Whilst you always wished it to be the heaven;
As fancy as a skyline, rising you up like a lifeline;
Metaphors apart, considerations depart.
Bullied by the bitter truth, your path is no longer smooth;
Befuddled by where you stand, the whim no longer withstands.
Bravery neglects holding on, compulsive forces moving on;
To wherever it owns you, you have been espoused for this path;
The chosen one for your cup of chaos and certainty.
And with all of these imposed notions
You are still breathing fine, with your head under the ocean.
We are all victims, Anselmo
Our destinies are decided
By a cosmic roll of the dice
The winds of the stars
The vagrant breezes
Of fortune that blow from
The windmills of the Gods.
Round and round, I find myself sticking to the promise that I never owe.
I don’t want to play this game no more
I don’t wanna play it
I don’t want to stay ’round here no more
I don’t wanna stay here
Like rain on a Monday morning
Like pain that just keeps on going on
Look at all the hate they keep on showing
I don’t want to see that
Look at all the stones they keep on throwing
I don’t want to feel that
Like Sun that will keep on burning
I used to be so discerning
And I can hear the choirs keep on singing
Tell me what they’re saying
And I can hear the phone
It keeps on ringing
I don’t want to answer
I know that I used to listen
And I know I’ve become dismissive
In my recovery
I’m a soldier at war
I have broken down walls
Keep song-writing, my recovery.
Therein happens something that hits you hard enough to unfold all your insecurities, makes you feel special about yourself swiftly. Something worth that moment, that place, which you ponder later on to revisit, to rejoice. Something that makes you raise all above the world, ahead to your own paradise. Something that clings very close to your heart, may it be the burden or the ease. Something that fights your lonliness and embraces you fondly. Something that is surreal yet so real at the same time just as when the stars align itself. Somewhere, sometime, something happens and it is everything.