Caught Off Guard

It caught me off guard, it brought me mostly hardship.

Regardless of the insight I acquired, I'm getting tired, old and know that there's nothing behind it.

The blind seek to see, thus the prophecy.

Bare forth the notably unnoticed offering of something must be watching.

Taking note, I'm arcing hope, barking nutso, taking placebos.

Pretending mannerism hiding and I'm climbing up the division of vision and concision.

Rest, lessons, messages and test sent from celestial quintessences.

About the doubt that shrouds and clouds my morale.

I have found on the top, above this tower, that it's my final hour.

I'm not about to fall out of this karma and lose my armour, shield and katana.

Build around the doubt and go round the bout to find something else to talk about.

Rap, tap and flap my gab about.