Broken Circles

Touched by the source, felt these fears burn away
Purged by the dangers of self, relate to hate
Pick your friends, peep the uglier side of trust
Grey clouds dominate these skies

Can't wait for the rain when the soil is dry
Articulate the growth after storms
Watch these calm days
The quiet life sits opposite this noisy page

What's this quest worth when the end is unknown
2 stops from the destination
Will another cycle unfold, this is the 8

So we movin' on and on the word is mine
The sound is B-Side of life flip the record
Hear the other side

Broken memories, the mental surgeries, fix the rooted stress
Hold a new day like a picture on a blank canvas, my request
Nothing less, stay focus, word to my friends word to my pen
Crystallise the plan and work your choices

Strange days nothing makes sense
Broken circles
What's the definition of real

When you think about it?
No growth when you stuck in dry soils
Do you fold or provide the strength in self to survive?

Strange days nothing makes sense
Broken circles
What's the definition of real

When you think about it?
No growth when you stuck in dry soils
Do you fold or provide the strength in self to survive?

Standing opposite this Microphone device
Peace to my team every word is the start
Always growing like the minds of the youth
Patterns of thought, many seek a truth but the real lies is unknown

Face your reflection and ask them brutal questions
The type that crack your whole skill, style, the test of the wills
Prevent this violent turbulences
Flight of navigators surfing mental planes

Connected past the physical, the dusty corners of an angle you created
Change happens the moment you think it
Fact of life harder to comprehend
Seeing is believing, use the eye that is always closed

What's a flower look like after it opens?
The full cycle, beauty standing live in your face
Just a simple example, one easy picture of change
Help you relate, spiritual, the mental past the 8

Strange days nothing makes sense
Broken circles
What's the definition of real

When you think about it?
No growth when you stuck in dry soils
Do you fold or provide the strength in self to survive?

Strange days nothing makes sense
Broken circles
What's the definition of real

When you think about it?
No growth when you stuck in dry soils
Do you fold or provide the strength in self to survive?



Credits
Writer(s): Dean Noel Boyaram
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