Irony

nine worlds in my head how do they manage to survive the power of obsession bringing together the impulsive an obsession of mine Leading like minds to their destination blind leading the blind tight circles of familiar patterns they weave sewing the spiritual seeds that grow to be refined just like me precious substitute for confusion something about the irony of level one of how we all belong sparkle and shine for the bait and switch of a village too close to sewage when the winds twist reality kicks in we all have something in common in this scene the six differences soulbound the irony of the mutiny of the danced around manipulated not my fault, im obsessive compulsive walking with crutches poisoning my mind delusional of the set up your just like me in a room full of excited hushed children not meant to tell secrets consequences of the children forever and the ones realising previous thinking of blindly leading the obsession of patterns and circles Ironic Ironic Ironic the bells protected for awards of measuring a man the bells ring and our prayers answered on this soulbound train that rings when he gets it right good boy