the closer i get to truth
the further from people i seem to be
my inspiration thrives in solitude
i process my ventures into social intercourse
lay my battered head back bind up my bruised body
don’t accuse me of being selfish
giving makes you vulnerable
a wide open target we all take shots
i’m not blaming anyone
but i am laying low my mind supine
crying eyes cannot see clearly
when you’re not in my field of vision it’s 20/20
if i can see through you you are not here
i will not be haunted by ghosts of my own summoning
pale patterns of a previous life proof i lived among you
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