Sitting on the couch, looking through the window
All I can see is a dark cloud above, a still lake and a scarred flamingo
Could this be my vision? Feeling lost in my own thoughts? Just trying to figure out what’s real and not
Can we have two souls?
Could this be who I am within? Looking at the mirror all I can see is a flow of radiant rays
Can one be engulfed in light, with a core of darkness?
This feels like a race, relayed
Does one lose his soul while journeying on the pathway?
Can we have two souls?
All I see is a dark faceless figure, he comes to rescue the ball of light
Zero ways to communicate, stuck in a corner of predicament, lost in a well of plight
Why do I hear voices? Why do I feel it sit next to me? Can I feel free? Do I have a purpose to fulfill? Am I out of time? Is it too late?
Can I have answers? Can I get past the dark gate?
All I have ever wanted was to communicate.