Hoping to steer my thoughts, but only to find
There’s no up, no down, no left no right
This broken moral compass keeps me up all night
While it’s getting increasingly clear
That there’s only here
Imprisoned in a spot, for my crime
I’m sifting these zany thoughts, through the lens of time
These knotted lines are strange, they make no sense
And presently, the past makes my future tense
So I’m inclined to believe somehow
That there’s only now
Each moment passing, feels the same
Like visages through the glass, of a photo-frame
Countless faces i see, but it’s one, no doubt
That’s filling me with thoughts I'm not so proud about
And even though they might say it’s taboo
I know it’s only you
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The simpler the rhyme, the scarier the implication
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