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Inspiration


The inspiration came when I decided change ways,

No longer living for the grave, if it’s all the same, I’ll take away

The names that meant bring me pain. Held me down, no gain.

Deranged, they waited, like vultures take the reins.

When I was away that’s when I felt the most safe

Made haste for a new stasis that would make me change faces.

Throw the old ones in a waste bin, wasted fate and jaded.

The statements tasted, fake and frankly basic.

I used to want death, now I’ll never have that thought again.

It was all a ruse, all the booze and the sin.

Lost within, the Tunnels twisted, I went ballistic.

Once I missed it because I never wanted to listen.

A fistful of wishes, a figment without a fitment.

Until I began to stitch it, indolence seamed into inspir-

-ation, I’ve stated that I made a way to face it.

I’ve changed it, mental maintenance no complacence.


We are the ones who can find our true selves.

Put that pain on the shelf, no room to live in hell.

When the Tunnels get you down, got to climb your way out

Keep those feet on the ground and your head toward the clouds.

We are the ones who can find our true selves

Put that pain on the shelf, no room to live in hell.

When the Tunnels get you down, got to climb your way out

Keep those feet on the ground and your head toward the clouds.


My mind was a war zone, torn by a forced code

Lost myself to more though, life through a periscope.

Lens cracked and I saw, splintered self shattered hope.

I choked and broke the envelop sliding down the slippery slope.

Of the Tunnels in my mind, it was always hard to find,

A way to get back up, felt the pain adding up.

Kept my heart shut, no more room for the trust.

Always on the cusp that I must banish myself from the love.

Ice cold, frozen soul. No control for my own emo-

-tions. Watched the paint peal back on cement,

Moldy garage, death sentence. An end could be a blessing.

I wanted to make a arrangement to feel nothing but transgression.

But I transcended it, found my own medicine.

A little dash of mania that took ahold of my cranium.

Then like Edison, a light burst into relevance.

For the hell of it, take to the road mass exodus.


We are the ones who can find our true selves.

Put that pain on the shelf, no room to live in hell.

When the Tunnels get you down, got to climb your way out

Keep those feet on the ground and your head toward the clouds.

We are the ones who can find our true selves.

Put that pain on the shelf, no room to live in hell.

When the Tunnels get you down, got to climb your way out

Keep those feet on the ground and your head toward the clouds.


It was all irrelevant, an irreverent sedative.

I became superlative through the worst of circum-

Stances, couldn’t stand that I was handed damaged Chances.

Fancy that I landed, free from these torn romances.

Affirmative, the alternative, throw my soul in the furnace.

Purge a painful purpose, I poised on the surface.

At first I thought the verdict was delivered but diverted it.

It was all worth it, death sentence that turned earnest.

The Tunnels remain with me, apart of my history,

Now just see them differently, perspective changed infinitely.

Now when I look back at the memorabilia of the past,

I see the good not the bad, sit back and I laugh.

It was all a dream, a nightmare that besieged me,

Took ahold of my whole entity and made me see the world evilly.

Now I live freely, no more Tunnels, just at ease.

Find the courage to find yourself and you’ll finally be at peace.


We are the ones who can find our true selves.

Put that pain on the shelf, no room to live in hell.

When the Tunnels get you down, got to climb your way out

Keep those feet on the ground and your head toward the clouds.

We are the ones who can find our true selves.

Put that pain on the shelf, no room to live in hell.

When the Tunnels get you down, got to climb your way out

Keep those feet on the ground and your head toward the clouds.

Keep those feet on the ground and your head toward the clouds.

Keep those feet on the ground and your head toward the clouds.

Because we are the ones who can find our true selves.

Yeah we are the ones who can find our true selves.

Cosmic Thoughts

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