How Deep Does This Iceberg Go?

Tue, 01/20/2015 - 19:16 -- Dayo759

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Stanza I 

The shape of my, my soul is hard to see when half of me 

Lies below, underneath, underneath the blue and green 

I'm an ice-camper, camping on an iceberg with icy curves 

In a seabed of shallow waters  when soul and society merged 

I know my ego, but still, still I feel...guilty 

For not my shading soul, saving my soul from my own reality 

How do I find the pure ice beneath the mist and all of this? 

When the way of the world, weight of the world weighs 200,000 bricks?!!! 

 

Stanza II 

What was I, was I like before the world corrupted me? 

How far, how deep does my true soul lay....how many leagues? 

The interior temperature must be a, a lot colder 

Than a giant glacier or the snowy layers that stay and lay like a loafer 

Bigger than bold, more bold than big; I'm telling you it feels like a boulder 

Crushing your heart, you wonder how dark it is under your own icicle arch 

How do we find the pure ice beneath the mist and all of this? 

When the way of the world, weight of the world is way too heavy to lift 

 

Stanza III 

This iceberg is blocking my own vision underneath some kind of prism 

Creating some kind of tension wrecking my comprehension 

Locked in a third dimension leaving me too disturbed to mention 

I can feel it pierce me so and now I long to know 

How deep does this iceberg go through my soul? 

Oh I, I want to know 

When will I see the underside of me? 

What will I find beneath...the tip of the iceberg? 

 

 

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