Absent minded

In the times where my minds absent
Lost in a labyrinth, sippin absinthe  
Questioning where the laughs went  
In awkward silence  
Confined in my own thoughts
My personal solitaire confinement  
Where my souls on consignment  
My sights askewed, visions clear, views blinded
Everybody is searching for the truth till you find it  
Excuse the timing  
But way I have a word  
Just give me a second like before the third
And I'll try and stay grounded like clipped wings of a broken bird
Shouting At the heAvens
Losing my voice to be heard  
The lines between love and hate are starting to seem blurred  
At each turn  
So PLEASE LEARN from your mistakes  
Or you will have to live with your choices  
Finally found my instrument, and its loud as my voice is  
And I'm fucking boisterous
So I figured I'd write it down  
Penning in the quite now