Who? Should I seek? What characteristics would I measure?
Why do I feel gripped by the currency, confined by time’s pressure?
See this reflection at your soul’s leisure,
Fear destroys the possibility of greatness,
Lack of apparent interest renders me faithless
Painless lives in shadows of those
who refuse to take both the highs and the lows, I don’t know,
maybe I’m kidding myself, this isn’t my reflection’s connection to infinity
this is just another attempt to assert my personal validity
maybe if I wasn’t totally crazy I would comprehend the lack of action: resistance
maybe you don’t believe you can unconsciously will your counterpoint into existence
I missed it, the point where your soul told not to hold onto the dissipation of emotion into time
But I’m resilient (and face it, I’m shameless) so with your confirmation in a moment’s notice I’ll be fine
What do I want from you, am I chasing what I felt?
Or am I just looking for myself in somebody else?
Why is there pain, roaming dissatisfaction?
Curious, stretched mad at the anticipated lack of reaction
Hoping you won’t fall back onto ignorance is bliss
When I wonder whether its wrong to pursue my original interest.
