In Theory

Possibility or unexpected chances Horizons that present changes, a chance The same instance that casualties And victims panic My antics expire frantic How can we handle this An obstacle is an obstacle, matter or not A sleeping bag, one empty parking lot One day your up the next day your not What’s real and what’s not Circumstances exhibit voluntary products to make reference Heaven’s a treasure Hell a worthy experience You just have to make clearance Time will take you back Further into this design we roam Casually or alone Belief is acquired through tradition Yet it’s unknown My thoughts, your substance Our universe to be The timeliness of this reality Is it only a world of you and me Conscience, unconscious, A higher possibility For those of us dying to live A message from we living to die Life is an eternity to last Then again perhaps righteousness Is but a concern of the past And yet we all laugh A final meal We breathe, we gasp My exhausted state of being A lifeless fantasy Crystallized in stones off the coast of Japan Trapped between the things I cannot do without And the things I can The burden and trials of an everyday man If I love you it’s in my mind If I have feelings for you It’s a chemical rush While thoughts linger around this concept I continue my mission To break apart your traditional images I’d speak up but you’d probably say I’m trying to impose my assumptions Strangled in this realm of reality Making it difficult to function