I write to escape from life...

 

soft subtle lies I love to just hear

I steer into the my psyche... 

Minding what I say...

People hear me but don't listen....

I listen but dont care...

Mind floating away from my body 

I'm alive but I'm seldom here I always fear

My seldom fears...

My mouth speaks but I'm mostly unaware...

 

Okay see the way I coagulate 

Words in these phrase 

Are a mere example of how I lived my whole life traveling through mazes...

Betrayal heartache and all these different phases 

begin to form a story that explains

How exactly did I make it...

Conflict formed my sorrow

And I hid in my own self made oasis...

Then for a while I realized I needed to get back to the basics...

I could never forsake this

 

At night when I unfold my dreams like memories

I look up to the sky and wonder why 

Do we all live a lie

Then upon my pad my life I begin to scribe.