What I Believe

I could have ripped open the fabric which has been weaved into life
I could have carved into this world with a blunt kitchen knife
I could have risen a thousand suns
All of this, is what I could have done

At least that was what I thought
Originally I was taught to stretch my thoughts beyond the knowledge of man
think the words: "ONLY I CAN"
Never to really, truly see
Always have one eye close to watch the galaxy
which lays behind my sleeping eye

But this world grabbed me by the hand
Pulling me into a pit of “I CAN’T”
It put a knot in my dreams
Twisting them and labelling them reality

I truly have worked hard to be what I have become
But I am not carved in my image
I have be clipped onto a leash and then let the world run

I am moulded for reality
But I am urging for insanity

I want to walk on the lava as I hold onto the sun
I want to freeze the current me and laugh as I become-
The madness that only closed eyes sees
I want my thoughts to unravel and bring me to my knees

And I'll just let my body be left behind by my head
And as my mind implodes, I’ll be watching my dreams instead

It will be the opening to the close
As different as a weed from rose