These mystifying thoughts – obstructing the objective
Enclosing on the light – trying to flee
From it's opposite
When walls are collapsing – earth is convulsing
Skies are falling – and oceans collide
Reality, phasing in and out
Foundations that crumble – the ground is eroding
Asphyxiating air – and oceans collide
Desperately searching – for answers to unravel
This tormenting – disputed point
Avoiding debris – escaping the substance
Nomadically wandering on the boulevard of ruptured chimeras
Stumbling on a crooked paving stone
Resembling the perjury – withholding to take measures
In the right direction
While everything upon us is raging before the eyes
We can't acknowledge where it is
Where we should reside
Keep moving – stay focused – look forward
If push comes to shove we'll be turning the tides
Carrying the weight – lifting the shades trying to face
A conscious state, phasing in and out
A fierce but effective approach
Subconsciously grasping
Any shape or form which opens up my universe
While standing in potentially unexplored territory
Stumbling on a crooked pining stone
Resembling the perjury
Withholding m take measures in the right direction
Subconsciously grasping the pieces that will forge into
The universe I'm standing in today