Eyes of mine

The prison of the mind

Trapped and encased by time

Fast scenes pass me by

What is real? What is wrong? What is right?

Thoughts are an overflowing torrent

They fill my mind and spill over

Truth is manifested and distorted through lines  

What's real is a horror What I want…  What do I want?

A dreams that's become lucid

It feels so real but looks unclear

Are these my eyes? Are these thoughts mine?

Right and Wrong are an equilibrium that tilts

Shifted to justify sin

These eyes see what's real, but these eyes see in double

They lack color, and lack luster

They don’t look but find trouble

Whats is wrong becomes right

when being wrong feels alright

Numb to the truth

I'm on a fast ride that's absolute

An endless film roll

A road splits into two lanes

What path do I take?

What if it's a mistake?

I'm swerving caught in the middle

What is wrong? What is right? What am I?