every day every me

 here i lie within my wake i believe in incarnate but in carnate, and in i debate what's in with me and what i dream here i lie and stumble forth like a pleading begging force but i try to get up not and what my legs do, i forgot here i quiver with the fog i can see only silluette once i bring along my thoughts i can see what i regret being here in my head i think not; i try at least but they come scurrying along like mice at their release i can't catch them what a fool to think i'd rather break the rule but everything is pre-planned even my damaged head i can't even get outa bed what's wrong with my sunken head i can't think enough to smile i just glow from out of reach well here i go with heart heavy here i go with whisper light but if you hear the thoughts that vibrate in my brain alone at night then you'd think nothing of me or at least i hope you would cause nothing comes with peace at least and everything is nothing good.

you starin straight but im not staring at you  im staring to see if you know what im bout to do here we are, here we go, on a road to parol in this city of dread i know nothing has met my expectations fondly gone, down the drain i was shedding all my light just to take flight in another way, in my mind in my soul do i still have it or has it run cold? was there a way before for me to settle score? or was in just in mind that i thought more than i saw, here i am trying to fly high above the mighty sky and see what is in or around this dome this dome that i call home but in my heart it is not and i just stand unaware that i am right so what if ignorance is play  and actual cunning knowledge is the way to make yourself depressed again my thinking you know everything except the facts and those stand true like the ghost that's haunting you and me and them and whispers heard about the way the world really works but we pay no mind cause we think we know how to control what our heart ...