beneath the matt

intro – you standing there – reaching into my lungs and extracting the oxygen i’ve wasted on your petty lies and promises – detached from reality is the way i’ve come to know you – abstract in my dreams is how i’ve come to love you – retracted statements of woe is how i’ve come to hate you – no not hate – never hate – my disdain is not all it seems for i am a changed man – a change is coming – a change has happened in my heart – or was it my head? my desire is what my heart yearns for but what i aspire to do is what my brain earns for me – head or heart – partly dead – partly alive – and parting ways with the anxieties that once led me – i can hardly wait to see you try to extract any more of my vital life source when this changed man stands before you – maybe in your dreams – maybe in your memories – but not in reality – my heart has changed and my head is right not wrong not left not a song not a poem but a statement of intent – you can no longer dent my confidence my self esteem is full steam ahead and my head is telling me it’s time and my heart yearns to rhyme and dictate my thoughts with poetic nuances and romanticised lines of virtuous splendour – but my brain doesn’t want to spend another moment explaining this to you. so just watch me. watch me learn, and watch the old me burn.