Private Eye
No coffee or tea this morning… already got a cup of many thoughts To keep me up. I'll never drop, there's no need to be feeling dormant I am, not just speaking for me these are warnings For anyone who is in pieces with no peace inside. Look… Heed the moral of the hero's story; a warrior's not born one There's the importance of being naïve and ornery In a land that's bleak and stormy on the path to XP awarded Before we achieve our glory and proceed to defeat the beasts before us Gotta meet the coordinates… Always beginning at ground zero before reaching that peak performance Enduring tests of strength as I greet these heated mornings I'm low key… but still manage to reach enormous heights With only, my wits to be the sort of knight to wield mijolnir's might then seal the portal tight The leader of the cliff will greet you in the winter nights And teach you it's a myth these sheeple have to win the fight By leaving you my gift; you'll feel it in the mist of light Before the reaper and his kiss grips my last inch of life Independent in the trenches with my penmanship My weapon til the end, I can't depend on any medics My head restless and endlessly on a quest for wisdom, truth And mastering my lessons; happiness, in essence But if wisdom's just awareness that we're really unaware of Everything we thought we knew, then I've deduced that it's foolish To live with arrogance. I know it's scary to accept that you're lost You want a semblance of control or something resembling it Except I've accepted it's up to ourselves to get a grip All the potential for contentment rests in our heads So let us sit, for a minute and just mellow instead And finally settle in every fragment unlocked from my past Taught me the path; walking to a frosted land Across the map; sights on the precipice
My private eye is looking out for me… And my private eye, sees more than you’d believe… Mister class clown, never was one to back down From a joke request but ask now and get the killing joke instead Of a laugh now, you'll pass out and wake up on a carnival ride In the part of my mind that resides in the background by the asylum Many farces of mine were just disguises so pardon if I'm not so ardent to be part of the tribe that Gets alarmed by the quiet and finds it hard to survive without a brash sound or remark, I've already tried My tolerance for small talk is all gone I'll walk off to the side and just fall off into silence while they hobnob As they speak with a savvy obsequious chatter their egos are fragile, yet badger me to break out of my shell... But I'm proud of it, hell I'm protected and quelled by it, so how could I fail I can spend hours without sprouting a noise They're powerless without the sound of their voice drowning out in the crowds, how am I frail Pretending just to mask that pain, but I don't want to end up making Krapp's last tape When life's spool is wound, will I be a fool who's found Listening to the tunes and sounds that I once had used to shout out loud on cloud nine, frozen in ice Filled with guilt and treachery, guess I'm just rolling the dice But my home is the present, these moments are precious I won't let regrets in, these poems penned are a blessing That I'll always be reppin' til I'm, old and decrepit, working on a song Looking back on the fire in me now I'm burning to be gone Asking how can I get into the gates of Cathartica At the pace that I started from, guess i’m late to the party huh, well...