Can I do it? Do I have it within me?
My doubts are telling me I cannot definitively
But more than that, I feel it too
A feeling of sickness, what more can I do?
I must gain control, or I'll forever be controlled
I must change this, so my story can unfold
But the doubt is overwhelming, it shackles me
And while I know the key lies within my mind, simply knowing does not set me free
It's like asking a dying man to accept a new reality, despite living without it through the yea
I'm stuck in the past And everything's moving so fast Accepting these changes is no easy task Because before things were simpler, and now they are hard And I can reach five years past in a matter of a yard And I often catch myself lost within a memory Feeling completely detached from the world like a demaree Time moves faster and faster, often passing me by And I'm frightened by it's speed, as I gaze upon my own reflection, that which I try to deny Because he cannot be me, bu
Uh-oh! here we go again! With the sickness all over, and the self-imposed den That is what comes to me, the story I see Though it could be from elsewhere, but most likely from me It could last hours, or it could last days And it could affect me in a hundred different ways It's like a rain cloud that does not move until the damage is done It's laughable to think you'll get away if you run But what strikes me as curious is my happiness later It was strong before, but afterwards
Behind the doors were choices
One, two, three, and four
Behind the doors were promises
Of love, of hate, of peace, and of war
The man had two choices
One good, and one bad
To provide balance in despite of his beliefs
For some to thrive, others must suffer And he screamed at the sky
"Why must it be so?, why I cannot achieve serenity with my choices"
And the voice within reminded him
"One day it shall not be so"
It is wonderful to be alive Despite all my troubles and woes It is wonderful to be alive No matter what life throws It is wonderful to be alive Even when I am I full of sorrow It is wonderful to be alive I simply remember the gift of tomorrow
The daily scene before me Is like a computer system Designed to work in such a way And to break from time to time The daily scene before me Is like a popularity contest Everybody takes their place So that others may rise and preside The daily scene before me Is like the erosion of cliffs It does not happen overnight But you can see the changes The daily scene before me Is like a horror movie The ones where you cannot decide Who is the villain or killer? Many would have you be
When they said words were weapons I thought it to be poetic When they shared this notion amongst themselves I thought it to be harmless But now I see a new reality New interpretation if you will For the power that exists within these words Can be as damaging as a shotgun And many are completely unaware Of this influence they possess For they can hurt you with such great power And never touch you for a single moment
Fire and fury go hand in hand And nothing I say is particularly grand Because you've heard this before A million times or more But the connection is something I adore The fire raging deep inside For me, right now, is impossible to hide It takes over, and I disappear And I am met with complete destruction when I reappear I try so hard, but I break and lose control And the unstoppable anger takes its toll Sometimes slowly, and I feel it rising through me Sometimes in a flash, a
Deep in the core Deeply rooted within That's where you'll find the answers Not in textbooks Nor acquisitions How can that possibly move you? Deep within Beyond ourselves Find that which moves you at your core Not simple existence Nor by instruction Why shouldn't you be selfish?
I've walked down many roads And seen many different trees I've basked in the beaming sunshine light And shivered in the coldest winter winds From man-made tarmac To nature's walkways I've walked on both From the eerie silence of the desert air To the deafening noise of the city I've heard them too From vast oceans to tiny lakes From peaceful farms to orange states I thrive in the differences, the contrasts and different worlds For I could never be a hermit, standing still at