Holding true to the nature I prescribe myself, a dam in the only river of my head,
Constricting flow while giving strength at what cost is character left dead?
Like a distant voice tuned out of mind I hear my own complaint,
Like pens scratch dry on paper so is my own true voice found faint.

Dreams, Desires,
Screaming of fire,
Feeling all my passion right below the skin.
Fading Romance,
Hating Missed Chance,
If only I could find a muse to let me in.

Pushing past the daily insults, treasures only count the rarest pains,
Then seeking treasure 'till rare is constant, not too soon to lose them once again.
Fumbling through different options, finding most burn against my hand,
Like calloused fingers make sweeter music so must my love understand.

Lying, Waiting,
I've been trying hating,
Visions of a dream just behind my eyes.
Hoping Someday,
Knowing One Way,
Inspiration is still my most welcome surprise.