What is right what is wrong?
Where do I belong?
What's really going on..
In the mists of the flames I run amok.
I've been running for years in this flaming ball of society's man made hell.
Still in a spiral of misty heat.
I unravel my own darkness.
My own weaknesses.
Disguised as strength
For my ego.
Disguised as fun.
Set Alight the circus act now!
My ego blown out of the atmosphere
Falling down embers of it, finally, slowly.
Gently they float down.
Reminding me that I am nothing.
I am but a speck and yet unimaginably powerful in my own pure, honest full,