[Objective]

What resides within "survive"
besides body, flesh and meat?

I try to BE.
Try to see, reflect and speak to Self's hipocrisy honestly.
Logic over emotion, such artistry crave moves moved cautiously.
Unlearn language, that's when being real is truthful,
true to you's you, just turn, then you can use "U".
Yet,
to let myself strip naked is what thinking has stooped to.
Glued to this notion of leaving consciousness open.
So much
That my heart has been broken by erosion of being as anxiousness' token,
my joke has been stolen; the anti-thesis to why God hasn't spoken.
Feel like escaping to Poland
for finding meaning in movies by Nolan.
I rip conclusions to pieces, solutions decieving
confused with believing there's hope within dope cus a moment to cope is so freeing.
Actions turn smoke into seeing the clouds in my eyes,
if this hits on a personal level I won't exhale a heartfelt surprise.
We're just in the process of dealing with no answers to life.
Yo...
I need reality's touch to set the scene before entering,
cus it's pestering and feels threatening to take account of everything.
So,
I tell myself this when it's settling:
Who said life isn't wary, clearly unfair and endearing,
so why are you fearing the depths that you're nearing?
I dare you to mute the blindfolded sneering.
Then seek out the clearing and thinking of which,
where you turn off your wimping and flip on the switch.