Courses Of Action

How many more chances can there possibly be
To stroke the answers preparing for both
Victory and defeat
I'm measuring the connection between
What's lost and been retrieved
But there's just enough of everything
To keep perfection out of reach
(Need a course of action)
Rinsed in the purity of sea waves
And strengthened by protein chains
The naked eye's invitation to what can't be explained
Desires completed when returned to burning hands
Blood-flow sweetened by the circulation of aching demands

The attempts will be made
The attempts will be made like always
To gather the distress and approach the consequence
To gather the distress and approach the consequence

There's no law now, so I'll take it upon myself
To claw right through the outer shell
And hatch the eggs that hide in the nests of imagination
And attach the spider's legs to provide the best of sensations
Oh, but why does it appear that flesh
Has threatened to separate from bone
It was my dearest, coldest friend
Who made me feel so alone
There will be plentiful opportunities
In the plight of heart-cries
But it seems that the soul is alight
With the will to try

The attempts will be made
The attempts will be made like always, like always
To gather the distress and face the consequence

I've had so many chances
To be in an actual craze
And if the answer should find me
I will grasp the dazzling blaze