A V. R

[Verse: Perspective]

Forty seven times a day eye Astral project/

Looking for a deeper meaning to life's concept/

Cause believing that it's only purpose is to work, sleep, and eat is something eye can't accept/

And man, as time goes on eye keep thinking that in the world eye live in the idea of prospect/

Is unrealistic, and that truth quickly burns my soul like it came in contact with a caustic/

Also, as time wastes away eye realize trying to find deeper meanings becomes meaningless/

And for me to isolate myself from the world to keep sane is not even close to reasonless/

The world is taking a toll on my soul/

The world is making a hole in my goal/

Can't wait to transcend/

Today eye commence/

The process, and soon I'll be flying/

That's when I'll be actually smiling/

This a cry for help, I'm not even rhyming/

This is a message in a bottle I'm writing/

Cause this dangerous mental mountain I'm climbing/

Got me feeling fatigued, man eye think I'm dying/

Might as well drift away, there's no point in trying/

Mask back the tears because there is no point in crying/

Strength fading away like a tranquilized lion/