I'm a mosaic of everything I've lost
Why? Because I am what I never really thought I could be.
When you see dim lights on a street lamp
Do you ever stop and think "oh, thats me, failing in what I'm supposed to be."
Do you see empty turtle shells and wonder, "Blessed be my carcass for its nothing but junk for the world to see"
Do you see yourself in every unwanted thing you meet,
Reminisce your face at every loathed good you find
I've lost myself in an attempt to seek who I am,
All that remains is a restless soul and a scurrying mind.
I've got no ale to drink, I'm high in delusion,
That somehow, sometime. all will fall into place,
But could you ever explain to a bleating goat,
Why there's no smile on the butcher's face?
I've got no armour in this battleground,
I swing but I miss, no blood could I shed,
I charge to fight but my vision is blurry,
Why is my shoulder laced with red?