So here in a fire filled basement, the foundations are melting away
Inside the vessel called me, are feelings that lead me to stay this way
Got me thinking of green trees and their long leaves
I've got myself stuck in a dark tunnel of strange needs
So figure me, just a fragment of your mind
And use that to see who you really are on the inside
Figure out the difference between the truth and the lie
Fragmented pieces of mirrors reflect the soul and the mind

Locked in the middle, between the light and the fight
A lost agent of darkness struggles to see what is right
In an instance of brilliance one can lose sight
The sun is not there if the sky is not bright
Think, then tell me this:
Does it really matter if it's wrong or right?

We are all connected, the creators of our worlds
An incredible little thing we can watch as it will dance and twirl
Not only is it beautiful and fantastic
But it's also evil and drastic
But this is only if you can feel the necessary reactions
Such as force, time, and light

Create me a picture, that you find perfect and sweet
And make me a picture that is funny and neat
Now draw me a picture that is classy and cool
Now draw me a picture of a canvas and a fool
Can you draw me a picture of you
Without drawing eyes, ears, feet or clues


Can you write me a story about a person
Lost in the world they're cursed in?
Or would you rather a story about a hero and a land that wasn't true
Would you write it about Lancelot
Or would you write it about you?

God's Sun
The Sun
The Earth
Planet Earth
My Planet
My World
Our World
Our Worlds
The Words:

Changing from the self to the one
Is how the battle is won