Maybe i think to much,
see things beyond the eyes,
spend time wasted on tides,
see all the dark patch,
hiding within the surface,
maybe i lost it,
the cool calm within,
the misconception of light,
when darkness is half bright
maybe i lost it,
maybe its hard,
when it all plays recipricoal,
and the log call?
full of jezebel and jezreel,
maybe i see not all
maybe my head s got a belly
that may blast before it last
when lust and love becomes silly,
maybe its the past,
or maybe am loosin it