Introspection

Introspection

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 what 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 from within

Introspection, what am I really like inside?
Introspection, why have all the prophets lied?
There's a season when I will find out what I am
And there's a reason, and I will someday find the plan

Trampled by the onslaught
Speeding field of time
Dying by the unthought
Of voices in a fright

Introspection, what am I really like inside?
Introspection, why have all the prophets lied?
There's a season when I will find out what 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 what I am
And there's a reason, and I will someday find the plan