You seem to search for a solid idea,
One you can grasp and believe.
But why would you search for the answer to you,
Where the ideas deceive?
The truth of your heart and unwilling soul,
Is locked tight within yourself.
And the answer to you will never be found,
If your thoughts are not in good health.
You let their words bombard your heart,
With relentless and driving power.
But no one knows you,
The real unknown you,
Until your greatest hour.
Clear your mind of burdening clouds,
Born of others' thoughts.
And there you will find your very own mind,
One long ago forgot.
The love that I send in great urgency,
Is pure, true, and whole.
But clouds on the brain make you insane,
And my love will not enter your soul.
I accept this fact with hurt and regret,
That my love was blocked by pain.
But you will not shrug this alias,
So we'll ever have clouds on the brain.
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