Cycles

Shall I juxtapose the real and the factual.

Ohh

With notions of fantasy and true emotion.

I run, the rat race of devotion, beholden to the umpire of the great design.

And I am, drowning in the ocean, surrounded by the purple of a love so fine.

I see the patterns of my actions played in front of me.

And I say, these cycles of my mind won't control my life.

Won't dictate my fate or cause me strife

But, I run, lying in distortion and taking every portion that I thought was mine.

And I am trying every lotion but still I feel contortions of what seems divine.

I see the freedom of the skies laid in front of me.

And I say

These cycles of my mind won't control my life.

Won't dictate my fate or cause me strife, oh yeah