He knows not what he does
Does not know his actions
He is in reality, just a man
Uncertain of the state of his mind
Of what we see as the truth
For how can he then be to blame
Sometimes we never see the way
Blinded by the light of reason
Stray off the path of possibility
And we stumble into the unknown
Lost and can not find the way back
Hidden in the dark recess of our mind
That is the beginning of the spark of insanity
Igniting the flames of empty madness
Leaving behind everything left to respect
Dragged down to the pit of crazed thoughts
Where nothing is left to make any more sense
Where reality becomes a wreck into time
Does not know his actions
He is in reality, just a man
Uncertain of the state of his mind
Of what we see as the truth
For how can he then be to blame
Sometimes we never see the way
Blinded by the light of reason
Stray off the path of possibility
And we stumble into the unknown
Lost and can not find the way back
Hidden in the dark recess of our mind
That is the beginning of the spark of insanity
Igniting the flames of empty madness
Leaving behind everything left to respect
Dragged down to the pit of crazed thoughts
Where nothing is left to make any more sense
Where reality becomes a wreck into time
copyright Chris Smith 2009
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