thinking of thought
processing the processesdeeper into the abyssthat i call the infinite whyand the unknownonly to understand infinityand the fear there ofMy sleepless nights are a rude awakeningi daydream of a nights sleepi dream of nightmaresthough a shallow slumberi still think deeplyquestioning the questionsand answering them with the samefueling my insanityonly to drive me insaneanalyzing my analysisequalizing equationsbroadening the horizonthat i call the infinite ifand the lack there offor the price of life is always deathbut is living always worth dyingtherefore is life worth livingthough our deep sleep awaitssome are still extremely shallowtrying to rip the tideslike the moon isn't to blamegassing up our egos only to drive us insanefacing defacingwhile believing the unbelievabledrifting farther into my trancethat i call the infinite iSo much growth to be grownthrough understanding the inner mewhats now and what wasthough sometimes i lose my findingsfinding new ways to lose my wayall to find a new waysearching for directioni guess i need directionsbefore i go any deeperfor my sights were set on planeits really deep how sanityis what drives us insane