Glowing in the shadows

Twisted in confusion

Grazing in the meadows

Voices in profusion

Colors thoughts emotions

Are trapped within the heart

Feeling no emotions

End without a start

Introspection what am I really like inside

Introspection why have all the prophets lied

There's a season when I will find out where I am

And there's a reason and I will someday find the plan

Striving for perfection

And hiding when it comes

Seeing its reflection

And the fire it becomes

Turning of the seasons

And turning outside in

Burning with the reasons

Burning for revenge

Introspection

What am I really like inside

Introspection

Why have all the prophets lied

There's a season

When I will find out who I am

And there's a reason

And I will someday find the plan

Trampled by the onslaught

Speeding feet of time

And dying by the unthought

All voices out of rhyme

Introspection

What am I really like inside

Introspection

Why have all the prophets lied

There's a season

When I will find out why I am

And there's a reason

And I will someday find the plan

Introspection

What am I really like inside

Introspection

Why have all the prophets lied

There's a season

When I will find out why I am

And there's a reason

And I will someday find the plan