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Destination Awakening

 
Going on, ignored
Seeking to forge significance of our scars
Selling wounds for affection
Damage control
Puppetry of sorrow
Tragedy like a marionette
Emotion gets the best of me

I'll say what you'll silently relate to
While we dismiss our honesty
To put impulse in its place
And discipline our faces
Till smiles are a perfect fake

Flip the script of my confessions
When everything is recalibrated
Set the thermostat, don't just take the temperature

Realism is relative to perceptions bid
Esteemed after the pattern of personal experience
Caught in the ditch on either side of the equation
Quantifying faith, optimism is a poor gauge for how it operates
Positive philosophy to substitute divine realities

To tell you the truth, consequence is a hard pill to swallow
As judgement befalls the flesh of our dead ways

Heart attack
What is the end but a mercy kill for decay?
Salvation by way of a final breath
Our hopes proceed our darkest nights
Rationalizing reasons to suffice the why
Letting go of this world
Life is a journey preparing us to die

I've never known death so intimately
Till I breathed the stale air
Is this justice or theft when nothing is fair?
It only hurts on this side of eternity
Spending our lives making homes we'll lose in the end

Born in transition
Destination awakening

What's the worth of a liars dream come true?
After we've come to the end of temporal purposes
Everything in time is an empty promise to fulfill
Face to face with our frailties and the limits of our understanding
I exist within a mystery
Knowing the truth yet still getting stuck in the process of uncertainty

I know the end but I'm still learning to cope with the reality
Entrapment, hearts are failing, the results of our trajectory in steady decline
After the progression of our fallacy
Caught between trauma, withdrawal and relapse

Is the future a threat or a promise?
When the way we medicate is just a side effect
As mock cures come with risks
Barbarian chemistry and physicians
Disease and crave
Dead whether we live in a hospital or furnishing our grave
Vicious cycles of dysfunctional routine

Why do I want what I don't want?
Reckoning, night has a way of putting the dawn into perspective
I'll keep you alive in the legacy
Learning to embody wisdom after I've sold myself short
I'll find my worth, making home of your heart
You're passing but your love still breathes inside of me...
cloventongue89
Written by cloventongue89 (Nathaniel Peter)
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