ARTICLE III.
A gem in the rough, not feeling myself...
Is the guy who created this somebody else
The man in the mirror did not design this dreadful pit, this glass-like spine.
'Twas somebody else, that made this vex
Sculpted and formed this devilish hex...
A lesser being of lesser material making and breaking, twisting inferior
Creatures and things; entities and beings, hollow insides with rough hewn exterior
I refuse to believe that I did create this horrific mess, this perilous fate.
I would rather not accept the blame, too broken and shattered; too full of shame...
What's to be done when I'm not me?
Can I still become who I'm meant to be?
If I start again can I get back, to where I detoured and got off track?
If not, is that ok?
As green makes way for yellow, fiery red and orange fill my eyes.
Knowing well what comes next all the while not knowing the place of my next step.
They say “you have a purpose”, but I've been wanderin' around since a score and eight years ago and haven't found anything yet.
Will my fate be met? Are our paths all set?
As the dawn reveals silver frost over leaves trodden brown and black, is there time to get back?
Back to where my life got off track. Back to where I was me and you were you and we were we?
I'll find a fresh path and enjoy the view
I'll find a way back to myself
I'll find a way back to you...
