You were right

I seem to have tunneled my way into

The dark space between

Love and hate

It's a limbo of sorts where

Instincts between heart and mind

Are not to be trusted

Oh, but I

Have trusted them

Or perhaps that was the tiny

Red devil

Who lives in my hands

Oh, a nameless game of perception

Where open doors are locked

The players say you find some identity

In the haste to make it to the top

And in only one year's time

My limbs have stretched to fill the cavities I have created

And lost through friction in a thousand

Attempts to win

Now I am dancing my way to the top of this

Edifice so I

Can live unjaded

And speak easy

And let ambrosia's waves flow over me

So I put thoughts to actions

But nothing gets worked out

Oh, a nameless game of perception

Where open doors are locked

The players say you find some identity

In the haste to make it to the top

The players say you find some identity

In the haste to make it to the top