When I look to the horizon
All I see is darkness
Adding confusion to my thoughts
Pulling me deeper in this mess
Time comes when I can't navigate
I just feel along the walls in this place
My only compass is my hate
Which does not show on my face
Hate is the fuel in my engine
Burning me to seek clarity
Find meaning in something, anything
Sadness, madness or hilarity
Sometimes I sit in my dark room
Shut up and let the voices commune
They fight, argue and bitch to the max
I sit back, listen and relax
Clarity will come at it's own pace
I realize that it's a growth, not a destination
So I put another mask on my face
And let go of my hesitation
Clarity comes.
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