The Prison of Knowledge

Already starving, might as well be an artist a defaulted choice brought by resisting my hardest Is this movement I want my take-off or my landing? Will it bring me passed the God of my own misunderstanding? If I don't know what I choose, then who is to blame? my intuition or my paranioa? They look exactly the same that said, is it a perpertrator or an angel that determines my blessings? its the answers I get that keep me constantly guessing Science sees the stars but it can't reach them but truth is mortal as it blooms right from the stem til fact evolves beyond time's limits, so I can grow passed the prison of knowledge and onto soul's glow think to create is my conviction, doesn't mean I'm right especially when your dark is my light but I feel it when I say it, so I think I believe it doesn't make it true and often leaves me to grieve **** I don't have all the things you want in your life so don't come to me when my definitions cause you strife awe expounds the glory that releases us beyond all questions hid behind the worship of facts manifesting the law of transgressions cause facts confine, they adapt, they develop, they reshape, they grab hold, they attack, they penetrate, they escape what is everlasting and infinite rests on another plain not based in matter or sums or left to attain Science sees the stars but it can't reach them and truth is mortal as it blooms right from the stem til fact evolves beyond time's limits so we can grow passed the prison of knowledge and onto soul's glow truth is the lie spirit sings standing by don't ask why actually just don't ask and let go let go of all you know and you'll grow you'll grow passed invention passed all tention Science sees the stars but it can't reach them and truth is mortal as it blooms right from the stem till fact evolves beyond time's limits, so we grow passed the prison of knowledge and onto soul's glow