I feel there’s too much in my life that I’m ashamed about.
Looking back is painful.
So there I go and channel all the anger into thinking about the future -
Analyze and strategizing —
Well, that holds back my presence
Because then I’m not in the present.
Analyzing my every move,
Thinking so much about everything and everybody else
But my own damn self.

How selfish of me to be so selfless
That I deny myself my own presence.
Taking no joy.
Feeling no joy.
That’s reckless.

The body sends a message.
You’re getting wrapped up in your own disease,
Originating from the mind of your past reprieve.
Reparations never paid
For those cold and lonely days,
Through the dark, stormy waves—
Dove far in the deep,
Ice cold is everything to me,
While the canvas is a mess of faces in masks,
All in the name of survival.

Once in a blue moon, 
Comes a stroke of red,
Then you paint the whole thing red.
Then you just forget.

And then we’re back to basics.
We start again with blue.
Stay true to everything but you.
Pick apart the pieces,
But don’t think about the reasons.
It’s all a waste when excuses are in play.

Just take a break and a breath.
One in, one out,
And start to face your magic.

The world is a place to play.
Be yourself, and it’ll all fall in place.

You never had any business
Playing games you were never meant to play.
Follow the path.
Every moment, stay true,
And I promise—
You’ll be the best at being you.