I’m a lost soul, caught between singularities and regularities
A causality of demands and needs yet a creation of dignity
Forced by the hand of life to stir through the deserts of which my morality is shattered upon
I can't see my surroundings as clear as I'd like to, as clear as the morning skies
Still I gaze upon the stars at night whiteout either fear or doubts about you
But then again doubt is the only way to true enlightenment, at least that's what they say
If I could build a bridge instead of storing my materials for tomorrow things might have been different, maybe a certain star would still be showering it's light upon me at night
But the empty space keeps enchanting me, it's a need as strong as the guilt of being the central position of a conflict
Since it makes no sense what conclusion can be withdrawn from me? I guess none, I guess I'm not a man of surrendering. But if needed I will let the heavens cry blood for both you and me but is that necessary?
It would only taint my almost perfect sky
