Look Alive

I know life can be a bit lit dim, when the strive tips.

Lifted when I'm gifted out of this vision of concession.

Left to lessen the question, the bond of oppression, along the common road.

Leave a message at the forgotten tone.

Onto the throne, thrown along the unknown.

Received a presage.

For intention development in the desire for settlement.

But these obstacles were an invention of the dismantlement for the fallout that proceeded my disenchantment.

Look alive and crawl out, out of the fallout.

Move towards the so, so and maybe try and let it go, go.

Wake up before I decide to divide and just go towards the other side.

I'm not at risk, you're not in the mix and life she's a knot fixed.

I'm running this, these and this dreams of fantasy, ecstasy and scrutiny.

It's new to me and now it's periphery.