My right brain holds the left hostage
while trying to find the proper balance
Molding thoughts in a hemispherical box
of lost and found
until my 3rd eye releases
a sequence of analytical sense
I have a "logic" that runs free until it
slips into madness
and there's these emotionally
intuitive arms of love that reach
down to pick myself up again
I own a great set of expressive skills
that thrive in the shallowest of waters
and at any time
one can find my soul swinging
between a laugh and a tear...
my soul is bound,
but not gagged by a spirit that is free
and I am with love
never will I carry
the burden of
hostility towards humanity....
while trying to find the proper balance
Molding thoughts in a hemispherical box
of lost and found
until my 3rd eye releases
a sequence of analytical sense
I have a "logic" that runs free until it
slips into madness
and there's these emotionally
intuitive arms of love that reach
down to pick myself up again
I own a great set of expressive skills
that thrive in the shallowest of waters
and at any time
one can find my soul swinging
between a laugh and a tear...
my soul is bound,
but not gagged by a spirit that is free
and I am with love
never will I carry
the burden of
hostility towards humanity....