High Tide
Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 8:56 pm
I got a fire in my chest, inviting minds to try ingest/
Lines that I have bind and pressed, the fight personifies my death/
With time to rise up to the mess, providing I’ve had trying tests/
Colliding grinding every step, so I have rightly yet assessed/
I’m like Noah’s Ark' Spectators floating farther from the ground/
Just trying to keep my head above water before I finally drown/
So I paddle away, wade, and pray for an eighth day/
Courage and great strength, determined to make way/
If I was a barnacle then, maybe I’d stake claim/
maybe id brake free from rocks encourage and take aim
I’ve seen traps in a distance yet I’d sin and trip over’em/
can’t react with resilience and consistently shoulder’em/
I’m chiseled in dads image, yet my vision is focused in/
Dirty mirrors that have me riddled cus my description isnt his/
Why do you insist to do this, and give me the kiss of Judas/
Or is it my own fault i still grow trees so very fruitless/
Lines that I have bind and pressed, the fight personifies my death/
With time to rise up to the mess, providing I’ve had trying tests/
Colliding grinding every step, so I have rightly yet assessed/
I’m like Noah’s Ark' Spectators floating farther from the ground/
Just trying to keep my head above water before I finally drown/
So I paddle away, wade, and pray for an eighth day/
Courage and great strength, determined to make way/
If I was a barnacle then, maybe I’d stake claim/
maybe id brake free from rocks encourage and take aim
I’ve seen traps in a distance yet I’d sin and trip over’em/
can’t react with resilience and consistently shoulder’em/
I’m chiseled in dads image, yet my vision is focused in/
Dirty mirrors that have me riddled cus my description isnt his/
Why do you insist to do this, and give me the kiss of Judas/
Or is it my own fault i still grow trees so very fruitless/