I've opened my eyes now, seen many things that i've never wanted
Meanwhile ghosts of the past travel through time to keep me haunted
Remembering back to a point in time when life wasn't ever this critical
When people were different, before they grew up to become cynical
Years later, many lessons learned, when friends backs became turned
But even as hard as i've tried, there's so many things i haven't earned
So many aspects, still vacant, i guess i'm called a victim of circumstance
And the more that my mind contemplates, the less that i can advance
But without complexity i lose my entire purpose and need for curiousity
I love them both, but they're becoming the prime cause for animosity
And this pen, my only outlet to help me release all this trapped emotion
To capture it inside a page of paper, writing, my one and only true devotion
But now somehow i feel as if my aura is quickly becoming cloudy & overcast
Never seen life in plain black and white, but the gray area i can't get past
So there's absolutely no room for error, but plenty of room for improvement
So today's the official day i begin my mind's campaign for forward movement

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