all of these twisted perceptions,
none of them are right.
you're not who you used to be at all, you'll never be.
all these lights at the end
that you'll never seem to follow.
you're setting the goal too high,
just so you can then sink lower.
you'll never get it together,
if you keep letting it fall apart.
it's all turned sour way too many times before.
perhaps by cutting off the cause, there will be no effect?
perhaps it won't go bad until it becomes good,
or is it the other way around?
could this be the way to go,
even though it's the way i've never known?
isn't it strange how everything's
somehow fallen into place?
always knew that an ending would bring
about a new beginning
to fold over the envelope would surely seal the deal
but i'm somehow conviced that this could be real
still standing with the acceptance,
that we'll be drawn across the cumulus.
christopher columbus, i'd do front kicks
and enterance through the dumplings.