I was trapped in a chasm of my own making
And there’s no telling what you’re forsaking 
When you let the riverbed run itself
And label me with poor mental health
For daring to see the truth of the matter
It’s about facing your demons or calling me a mad hatter
And Power is thin and lost
I get the sense he paid the cost
For his education
And now his profession is elimination
Of anything like a shoot of green
But he doesn’t see the roots in between 
The folds of soil
He tells me who I am and my blood starts to boil
Psychosis or manic depression 
But it is my confession 
That I have never known an altered state
In anything except the boy that I date 
On the sly
And it’s all getting by 
In the rocky shore
Could you not close the door
When I let you in
Because you are not him 
And I need to be open to 
The water that is flowing through

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