A spot in a puddle
Fed upon a plate
Forced fed or should I go beyond?
Of all that I’ve been taught
Essentially all that I know
Against the norms, the social crowd
The light burning me to thinking for myself
To go beyond the face value
Without a hint of the consequences of doing such a thing
A spot decreasing, smaller and smaller in size
Minute by minute
As time to continues to run out
And it won’t hesitate to pause just for you to stop and think it all out
There are always two routes
She knows
One you listen
One you rebel
Consequences which differ bearing on the pain that you wish to apparently suffer or
All of what you can handle
Though don’t ever forget that the spot works simultaneously with time
I can’t stop that ship
I can’t stop that plane
From shooting into space
Evaporating…
Leaving all your thoughts leaving behind
Of what some calls lies, of what some call myths
Though some of what you believe
And all your life you’ve been taught to stand strong in your beliefs
As apparently this is the only way you’ll ever eliminate and distance yourself from sin
Is that completely true ?
A spot hidden behind a closed window seated in a puddle
No air, no escape…
Though
No one has the answers
Because you have to look within