I sense somewhere within my being
Something shrouded in the shadows
In that forbidden division of my dreams
Another awareness lurks beyond my inward sight
Within a maze of mighty walls
A shield to guard the wayward soul
From theoretic bonds of night
I was not the one who hid my torment
Who else could have imprisoned this, but me?
But was another guilty of my mental bond?
How can I somehow set it free?
The longing does not correspond
Where can I find the key?
Regardless, someday I will break the seam
Something more, indeed, is here
To maintain the silent locks on doors
That bar the gateways to the halfway dream
In stealth to play, betray my mind
And still keeps me unaware
Something great that I could give
Barely detectable, so maddeningly there
There's so much more I have to give
But I have not yet the means to give it
Why conceal my inspiration
From my own two waking eyes?
When did the truth begin to sink
So far below the lies?
What is that Something hiding from
Danger I could never realize?
The childlike naivety
Every sweet thing brings no harm
Realization does not come, of course
Until I'm far too late
There is somewhere
Between the folds the bone protects
So much more I have to give
If I only had the means to give it
Something sneaks just barely out of reach
Something that could change the world
If it, my Something great, would let me
Something important, and Something unimaginable
Something I cannot yet release
There is much more I have to give
A Something burns within me
A certain Something great
I only wish for this Something to be free
This Something will not wake up
I cannot unlock the doors
In the cages in my mind
There is Something great inside my head
Agonizing defeat, a goal I fail to find
A Something great for me to give
If I only had the means to give it
If I only had the key
If I could break down the doors
And take my Something somewhere safe with me
A spark is all I need to inspire
A dream that is not exactly there
A memory not quite set in stone
A thought to start the fire
Sudden inspiration
Flares up and melts the iron
A brilliant idea
A breach in the wall
Something stirs and prepares to flee
Thoughts that joyfully leap at the slightest nudge
Distractions roar and savagely guard my Something great
Tornado, hurricane of a whirling upset mind
Encourage this storm to save my Something!
The melting bars are bending
The bars that keep my Something just outside my eager grasp
Something great is much too quick for everything that's me
Grasping wildly at solutions to the problem of my Something great
My Something great always remains one step ahead with glee
Focus begins to tire
My dearest ally, bored
Thoughts grows foggy and jumbled
Sudden sirens blow me far away
Squealing and roaring to viciously guard my Something great
My Something great to give
Efforts that now are far too weak
Wishes lamely reach toward a solid wall
The lower dungeons of my mind
More reinforced and tighter locked
To keep my Something safely trapped and smug inside
Weakly pounding on the doors
That never seem to give
Poor integrity in creativity
Left me in a war half won, now lost
My last aid to help me seek my Something
Is no one but my forlorn and tear-streaked feeling
But my emotion wails
The effort for my Something
Was a struggle fought in vain!
For every fruitless fort you break
Something great always escapes
And the warden dispatches you dreaming
Battering myself around my skull
May result in a simpler disability
Perhaps if I surrender
My Something might stop hiding
Though I would not be gladder
This seems a cause that is not worth much trying
I ache to let my Something free
To know once more the thoughts possessed
My Somethings keeps from me
I feel I've Something more to give
To make me be who I must be
The dreams live on
The knowledge not yet gone
But somewhere packaged up
Somewhere near the fiery heart
Beneath the framework of my Something's
Secret molten chest
I yearn my dreams' return
To know what has been taken
And know it has not been lost
To feel my Something great released
From inside my wounded head
There's Something great I have to give
So much more than I am allowed to know
Trapped inside my Something great
Lives there taunting me
Mocking me until that day
When I find the means to give it.
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