To Redeem

Its something else isn't it, the time that I waste A crack in the hourglass, I can feel time sifting away I understand that I'm ignorant, and its my time now isn't it? This wall, why am I hitting it, why am I living belligerent? It's impossible to think, every time I hear a thought And there's nobody who relates, because nobody knows at all The passion and pain in the harmony, so when you feel I've built a wall Understand that I have and I could never let that building fall And if you can barely crawl, then how can you expect me to stand Your life accomplishments will never make me less of a man If I could conjure up the courage to submit to the blessing at hand Maybe I could learn to breathe again, and my chest could expand Maybe I'm less of a person to you or your dimwitted friends Because when submitted to scrutiny, I'm loose at the ends The ideas tied up in a knot, and I'm loosing my grip I need to redeem my imagination before the illusion ends (C) ~ Aaron Guttery ~ 5/31/14