I don't believe I can surprise myself in any pursuit.
Anything I attempt at arrival I immediately deduce.
I have many awards I can never show but that's not why I recluse,
The demon that lies deep within me makes me somewhat the brute.
Although there are still some who think I react on anger, when it's really a reflex.
My interactions start all over again when I reset.
Late at night when I reach maximum high my thoughts stretch it's deepest,
Also paranoia lurks and I become canine sharp at my keenest.
I don't normally tell people much, unless I know that I mean it.
Little games become strange for certain things,most of it all I've seen it.
Still In the end I ask myself what was the real meaning,
Being left alone with your own thoughts Isn't always maddening, sometimes its deceiving.
I've been browsing things sideways only to learn, its the world that's leaning.
I've not receded but had to be given by a child new meaning.
In a rush to singularity, because more information felt needed.
I smoke so much that now I believe I've found clarity from grievance.
I was willing to throw this life away, I promise I didn't want to be here today.
There's not much left in this life to steer my way,
Yet I managed to commandeer my heart that day.
The key to my heart into the water, now the loch ness can keep it.
I've given that part of myself up, not even the biggest of the deep can reach it.
I get frustrated really once my attitude adjust to my reasons,
but I'm no more human than I am just being.
My art can be taught with real scientific meaning,
I can only see forward while thinking it over, I'll become what I've needed.
