Acceleration until I discover what I’m looking for isn’t below
If I dwell on temporary things surely a whole within me will swell
It’s so tiring banging my fists on table after table close but so far away
Swore with a tighter grasp air would not disappear
No one can follow me.
Where I go.
No one can see me.
Where I go, there are no hands waiting to meet mine
Where I go, I’m too busy fighting on and in the battlefield of my mind.
The adversary gleeful whispers that I’m cut off
Says look down here boy everything you love is lost
Where are your family and dammed are your friends
Where’s your lover oh yeah no one wants your hand
But I should be busy
Where I go no one can come
Battling forces striving to slaughter my soul
Rip my hope in pieces and paste blasphemous parts
No one can see me
They don’t know the old me is dead
Where I am
They can’t follow
My battlefield
These petty cares
Cannot hold me
Contol tower.
