For years I tried to cover the walls of my cage made of glass
My darkest ideas from darker secrets to shelter me from the light cast
The origin of my feelings, believed to be of heartfelt affection
Being beyond my expectations, were thus ignored in order to function
Forever searching for the cold walls of this cell I'm imprisoned
Remains inferior to the pantomime of reality we've sealed ourselves within
Living with ourselves to experience the true nature of our being
We've been deceived and steered from the truth of our living eternity
Unaware to each second of our lives passing us by
Observed every minute by those feeding the buffet of lies
Around and around, our experience a first of many lasts
A life of random insignificance make up the cellular dimensional structure
I can't believe this to be true, while peering through a mirror I ask
Was my life chosen to be so bruised and punctured?
Or am I clinging to an obsession--
One in which I call my addiction?
My thoughts dangle from strings hanging from my heart
Bleeding a part of me onto each work of art
A personal touch makes up for my blindness to the support
Of family reunions where there's no pain to distort
Only Reflections of myself seen in every face
Reaffirming my heart was always in the right place.