Vacant

Have you ever lifted
a finger without the
presence of another

Are you just playing
the hero to distract
from your uncertainties

I guess that's one way
to handle this
You set up
for a saint

You're a hypocrite
You're a hypocrite

Impostor

We close our eyes
to dream
To pray to
feel a difference
Dive into
everlasting bliss

Mind over Matter
I tried my best

To be a better person
Put me to rest

But it feels like you
make me who I am

Pushing the boundaries
dampening expectations
Relieving the pressure
from all around me
Lost in my
own persistence

We suppress
the illusionary image
of ourselves

Supersede our fear
with vivid simulations
and with fake elation

Pretending for a
lapse of time
so cunning and deceitful

Overlooking amendment
imprisoned in this
life of black and white

Endlessly searching for colors
with depth and potential

There must be more
to this agony
what we call life

We close our eyes to dream
To pray to feel a difference

Dive into
everlasting bliss

Mind over Matter
I tried my best

To be a better person
Put me to rest
But it feels like
you make me who I am

Cause we are broken
figures in an imperfect world

Can we still affect
what's in the distance?

Can we blame
it all to god?

I can barely deal
with my own life
but interfere in
those of others

Absent most of the time
Empty and vacant
My thoughts and
words lapse into silence