Brain consumed by an idea
Dreams can sometimes get mixed up with reality
A thin line between sanity
The growing urge to seek answers
Particular questions that have no answers
The darkness can overshadow the light.
I fantasise about living in a world where there is no fear, where there is no anger
I dream of a reality where we don't need someones approval every second of the day
A world where being normal is crazy.
We tend to hold onto the things we desire the most just for a split second
until it becomes boring
Everything in this world is not forever
we spend most of our lives chasing an object until we have it
Our desire to seek happiness
betraying the natural order
can all lead to greater things
better than staring at a television box
that depicts our needs and wants
Influenced by advertisements cleverly put together
to present a cooked up reality in your mind of what they want you to seek
People are brainwashed into thinking a certain way
like a flock of sheep heading to one direction
The people who question things are seen as the mentally insane
Words can be powerful if put together in a certain way
like a painting: my pencil is the paint brush and my paper is the canvas
I write because this is my therapy
endless thoughts and ideas that vanish before reaching to a page
Everything doesn't have to rhyme - ---
everything happens for a reason....
I dream of a reality where we don't need someones approval every second of the day
A world where being normal is crazy.
We tend to hold onto the things we desire the most just for a split second
until it becomes boring
Everything in this world is not forever
we spend most of our lives chasing an object until we have it
Our desire to seek happiness
betraying the natural order
can all lead to greater things
better than staring at a television box
that depicts our needs and wants
Influenced by advertisements cleverly put together
to present a cooked up reality in your mind of what they want you to seek
People are brainwashed into thinking a certain way
like a flock of sheep heading to one direction
The people who question things are seen as the mentally insane
Words can be powerful if put together in a certain way
like a painting: my pencil is the paint brush and my paper is the canvas
I write because this is my therapy
endless thoughts and ideas that vanish before reaching to a page
Everything doesn't have to rhyme - ---
everything happens for a reason....
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