On one hand its alarming for if reality bends and shift so easily how can I be sure of what is truly real, what I once new for sure now trembles and flees like a shadow morphs into a figure
On one hand its alarming for if reality bends and shift so easily how can I be sure of what is truly real, those whispers become a roar inside my head wanting to be heard even I’m shutting it down
On one hand its alarming for if reality bends and shift so easily how can I be sure of what is truly real, yet when I reach to grasp the truth, I found it was nothing more than I could understand…
If I can’t even trust my own senses and if the very tools I can use to perceive the world are flawed, time is misunderstood like the voices trusted speaks
If I can’t even trust my own senses and if the very tools I can use to perceive the world are flawed, but the words don’t feel the same like the world has changed too fast I cannot even begin to comprehend
If I can’t even trust my own senses and if the very tools I can use to perceive the world are flawed, the world has changed or is it just my mind playing games finding it hard to trust…
The uncertainty shake you and make you fearful to hesitant to move forward, how can I know the best if I can’t trust the world through my eyes anymore
The uncertainty shake you and make you fearful to hesitant to move forward, how can I even find a steady ground like the truth I can rely on, the truth that is built to last in order to believe in life again
The uncertainty shake you and make you fearful to hesitant to move forward, the storm of doubt is fiercely strong, it trashes, strikes and breaks the stronger part of my will…
Seeing with clarity instead of assumption is one thing and acting with wisdom instead of impulse, if only I could step with care and have the willingness to bend to fate itself
Seeing with clarity instead of assumption is one thing and acting with wisdom instead of impulse, the world may shift in the mind that is yet doubtful with my heart that may fear its fall
Seeing with clarity instead of assumption is one thing and acting with wisdom instead of impulse, but when I pause and watch and learn, I don’t even need to fear anymore for this wisdom is loud, always clearer and brighter than every choice I make…
I dream things that may be too bright, too grand to distant to be real
The mind constructs such lovely tales too eager to believe
What joy I thought was promised reshapes the things I hold dear
Perhaps the world unfolds itself, and learn how to recognize and receive
