>>> MINDTICKS <<<

I wish to be finally over this soul bronchitis 
But it's funny because as much as I hate it
it also ignites this 
Drive in myself to be a better driver of the mind I can't contain 
But I'd rather park it in a safe space and go for a jog - call me insane 

But if I leave it there for a moment I can almost break free 
of these hands grasping; they're blind 
they couldn't handle being able to see 

They're hands made up 
Of my own twisted thoughts 
That I can never make a mark in this world 
Cuz even a dent wouldn't be big enough 
Big enough to see or big enough to feel 
Just a tire mark in an empty lot 

But it's fine they say it's no big deal 
Well excuse me for not playing deal or no deal with Howie 
But How are we 
supposed to pretend life is a game show with how messed up this place can be? 

If it's fine by you then define me and fine me for it not being fine to me 

This is not a game 
This is not a show 
This isn't a cardboard box 
With marinates 
Of people that you know 
This isn't a stage play 
Playing pretend 
Life matters 
The words you say matters 
That's the message I try to send 

I leave my brain so my heart isn't restricted on what it feels 
I'm fully aware thoughts are helpful but not when they lie to you what's real 

My soul is sick with sniffles and coughs 
Mind tricks are mine ticks and in turn -
turns into wind up clocks 

And the ticking is enough for anyone to go crazy 
But no one can hear it 
so no one can save me 

And before I know it those hands I mentioned before
complete the face of the clock 
It isn't pretty because it's anything but me 
And it's all I see nonstop 

I found in my minds eye the key 
It'll free me just enough 
don't turn it tho 
I'm already wound up. 

I'll take the time and times it 
Rework my mind and rewind it 
Till the only way to find it 
Is too take my time....and not to mind it