It starts with a calm, the desired effect..
Being sober so to speak
How trying a deep
Irritation for irrational - memories dying questions
What I, Would I, I should, I didn't
Proof of life... my only sanctuary
So deep in the dreams, such waking life
Whispers, tiptoes, ambiences and thoughts we forget we whisper
Some hear the desperation in my voice
Timid violence, directly passive
Such singular advances
Moving backwards declared a charge!
Moving forward a living lie
So strafing and wading, tiptoeing and praying
When dancing sends you to the madhouse for a good mood on fire
Paranoia's relief, I feel little grief outside is better that in such a crowd.
I'd live introvert and aloud.
I forget my praying, to worship innocence alive.
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