I call it situational,

A situation plentiful of reciprocals,

A flip from the natural...yet supernaturally I’m skeptical..

Of me...see there's the pause,

Or is it the clause I denied?

Set aside my pride and yet to fly seemed impossible because of the fears that yet bind,

Resides inside are the replied I've shied

Searching for trust inside that in no man abides, 

I cried sometimes...

Because what's hard to find has been beside in the worst of times

But I've hidden...

I've ran, and you've forgiven, but yet constantly sinning and repenting because I'm stuck in dimensions.

See, this dimensional, situational, 

Impartially had driven my capabilities, 

And I'm stuck inside my rational of the irrational thoughts of absurdity

Saturation of the mind where peace could find soul of rest, and peace of mind,

A double negative of life is only what I've come to find,

But I'm stuck in logic of illogical peace divined......