Forever walking through time, exploring my mind, trying to know myself
Foundations I find, unaware were mine, upon which I built this hell
Too complex to dwell on, my mind a rebellion, I think I'll now lay down
For the longer I stay, I find that I may, end up missing the here and now
Memories in my mind, always behind, the eternal flowing of creation
Time can't exist, without selfishness, we are forever omniscient revelation
I must let free, of eternity, for I cannot comprehend
Past leading to present, all convalescent, while also having no end
Present leading to past, infinitely vast, mind forever adrift
I suppose I feel both, and at least I hope, this mental illness is a gift
If I can't hold it all together, and decide whether, the pain is worth the growth
I spit in the face of the process of fate, life be forever loathed
So I choose to believe, these visions I see, aren't simply the product of pain
But a joy in my soul, two parts to a whole, giving balance to the insane