My mind is engrossed by lots of thoughts, going through the motion.
A pen, a sheet of paper, but words cannot put to pen
The gravity of what is unseen and in the depths of mind,
No matter how shallow it seems, because the closer you look,
The more it all gets complicated.

Enveloped in this madness, that makes sanity so far out of reach,
A maze with no end or beginning.
No, I can't stay here forever,
In a world with no color, a place where nothing makes sense,
A path leading to depression.

No, this can't be the life I was built for.
A Demi-god enslaved by mere speculations
And the fear of an uncertain future.
Must emancipate from the shackles of this cancer,
For the spirit that lies within is mightier than all that seems uncertain
And lies before my eyes.