You can’t understand the words of a man
Who adopted a firm stance while you just uncomfortably glanced
I hate to see the fall of me in you, but you knew
I’ve been here before, I’ve felt where you’re sore
Tried to give you the tour, to show you there’s more
But now you have to learn the lessons that incessantly curse my mind at its essence
My path was my own because I knew my direction
I knew what to learn, and knew how to earn it
While you only begin to discern it, it has become my life, my pain, my wife
And no knife could ever cut this from the collective mind of the ancient
The mind we all comprise if you’d just open your eyes like I