Magnify the Scenario

I don't understand the rules of the game that we're playing
Do I freeze when I'm hit with the ball, or go back to home plate?
It seems like the rules like to change when I'm up to bat
and my teammates give looks like my sanity is up for debate

so dont judge the words that i say, from the state of my mind
'cause it's a relative emotion,yeah
an irrelevant devotion, yeah
another wreckless serenade for the people i left behind

If I could grow wings, would I fly?
Not to be shot by the hunter passing by
a beautiful monster, the greatest mistake
I've ever been blessed to create

With my own two hands
but without any plans
i'd do better without wings anyway

So take them away.
They'll burn with the ashes
That everyone passes, without a clue
of the potential they hold.

Terrible as the day is longour words are meant subtle
but subtle only works in grace
and romance novels.

to exist

Cleaning our minds
To understand.
What is holy and acceptable,
that one should find refuge
and one should find beauty
and one should take peace
and glue them together
pieces from opposite puzzles
yet harmonizing in a song splendid
to only the ears of individuals
listening through what was not
created by God, but by the hands
of men. It is our reluctant virtue
that we take pleasure in only what
is good and right, and are pulled
like slaves to the gallows away from
the ways that we justify as culture,
when all along, the culture spit on us,
and we spit back, calling them sinners.

Now we show our friends our backs
and ask for them to lay hands on us
to massage, to propel, to amuse
and we rebuke their technique,
if it is not our own. Our faces are
hidden in the shame of our words
cast in the shadow of our thoughts
and yet we shed glance on One who
delivers the breath to our lungs,
and begs for our non-resistence to life.
And when our heads turn, He kisses
us anyhow, and lets us walk blind,
in the opposite way we should go.