Passage to Paralysis

In my experience an act of passing takes the stage in an interchange of confidence
In my experience an obligation by design where my liberty just a word, it’s just a word
In my experience, an all-consuming type of dance, embracing a silent partner who takes the lead away, just when you thought you had the hang of it
In my experience, mind and matter, time and space play an endless game of endurance, all in a lifetime of work
Fatigue reaction, my body slows but my mind is quick, firing thoughts in random succession, my passage to paralysis might seem diverted, well I can tell you – I can feel it coming on, I can feel it coming on
In my experience the center of trade for my soul, my humanity knows when I try to back away – or when I rise the mammoth
Penance aside when expression resides, strike a blow for a teacher who got me thinking, listen my son, you have got only one chance, there’s no state of grace for a poor man’s offering
I’m lost in my drama’s tears, been that way for years, and I don’t know if it is real or fiction – ‘cause I can’t see the forest for the trees… now.
Let us stray from my course, turned away when it came to the day, that I needed something.
Turn to stone, turn it over alone, light a path, find a way to my promised land
I’m lost in my drama’s tears, been that way for years, and I don’t know if it is real or fiction – ‘cause I can’t see the forest for the trees… now.
I face my passage to paralysis, can’t stop this free fall of analysis, I face my passage to paralysis, just brace for impact in a long, long. long stall
In my experience, I pause before and after, in my experience, I learn before and after that the time has come for reflection, on my passage to this hemisphere
In my experience, a piece of music or my favorite book, and an evening alone, makes me think about ‘someday’, when we all raise the mammoth
‘cause I can’t see the forest for the trees… now. (x2)
Hit by the force of madman’s recourse, and my endgame is only another start?
I’m lost in my drama’s tears, been that way for years, and I don’t know if it is real or fiction – ‘cause I can’t see the forest for the trees… now.
Why am I left to waiting? Why do I feel this pressure? Why – when it’s only me here?
I write my own destiny, with my fears of what I’ll will be, and I can’t pretend to see, what I just can’t see
How did I ever get here? How do I make a change? How do I find a peace here?
Prevent disaster, annihilate this plague, a principle motion, my procession is vague, my soul stirs a brew of redemption that is lost, I awake from a stupor and realize the cost
Now I realize the cost, now I realize the cost is great, and I wait for a reason to stay, my god.