Heart trembling, mind racing, palms sweaty, thinking.....
Will the good thoughts roll or will the bad thoughts take control
As life unfolds the crincles in the paper leave me caustrophobic in a tight place
With no space to turn, the crossroads present a decision to make
Mature adult decisions...
Emotions seep through the seems and the visionary is clouded by trees
Get high to get lifted heightening my wisdom
But the smoke airs out and the vision was only a dream
The high is relived through the aberrations of life
Taking a new approach the perspective is angled different
Childhood fantacies eases the tension
Life made simple, Life kept simple
Kids play, fight, forgive&forget, and play some more
Fallacies filled with empty thoughts and promises only made to be broken by a cycle of reality
Tangable holds on life hidden behind masks of disception
Are you real or fake or neither?
Third option possiblities, everything is all imaginary....
From the perspectives given and the perspectives taken, understanding requires a higher power
The intellectual mind can only venture off so far without strain
Standing on solid ground, now quick sand
Sinking fast with one last breath, one last thought, one last hope for a dream to come true
Now what do I do?
The questions roll again only wanting,dreaming,feining for answers
With an addiction to wisdom or at least fathomable conclusions
The biggest misconception is that sucess comes without a price, without a fight
A cyclist that has her finger on the stop button
The statistics will not remain me, they will now contain me, they will not be me
The fact sheet has to be rewritten cause it was written without me
Stacked odds, I hope you gamble cause I wouldn't bet against me
Hope lost is hope found, after every storm the sun shines
In the winning circle, I'll reside