Art By Numbers
Panacea
Starting over with no hope for turning backStill it’s calling meSaturated with a vigorous routineI hear it calling me, still calling me again Under this stress it’s a mess I cannot avoid entirelyTrapped in distraction, again I fall the victim to Fighting thoughts with focus,This paradox will be the end of meWired head to toe, the rest must goNo need for an alibiI can't recall what’s nextUnless I learn of a past demiseThis scattered recollection failsMy mind is pacing back and forth,Through walls of a restless dazeAnd consciousness is fadingWhat breaks inside is not the world to meBut will I ever make my way back safe inside this remedyIf I had an ounce of strength leftI could assure myself that I'm alrightThe fall of a battling man is unstoppable Watch your step
From Letras Mania