To limit one's intelligence,
only to gain level headedness.
to question one's pride,
only to hide what is unright.
N'sync with insanity,
time only borrowed by your intellect.
Mere hints of suggestions and gestures,
of your world that is not too sure.
lies to conceal the freak in you:
bounded by the seclusion and anger,
across a horizon of shame and guilt,
a crossroad of good and evil,
never turning back on my own thoughts,
trying not to loose myself on a loosing streak,
fear of ending up on a dead end road.
trying to convince myself:
I'm still headed straight to the right direction!