Up to The Ceiling

Up to the Ceiling Mystery abounds from the secrets held within Devious mechanisms surround the quiet pastime of sin Alert the media if someone actually does ignore The pressures that abide outside and into the heart’s core Make a situation worse if you don’t remember the past Confide in your breast the sacred sinister source of sad Days and happy times that never seem to get old For good and bad memories should be treasured like gold Yet forgotten at the same time; it’s like a catch-22 To pretend it never happened yet learn from the mistakes you Made, only to find out that you have stepped in the same trap; A ghost that keeps on following you as if it had a map Of you mind; so when the peace belie your lack of strength? When does courage equal fear and feeling pain a sudden myth? Longsuffering is real, but when is it time to move on And break all those chains that had once made you strong? Contradiction, contradiction—there never is a reason To be far right or far left, but being centrist is a treason Being on the fence of anything mimics the heart of a coward Yet balance is the key of life, so why are choices always so sour? In the end a mistake is made, a choice becomes a lesson A God chooses to forgive us and then we say it was a blessing In disguise; what doesn’t kill us has to make us stronger But that same line of bull only makes the road seem that much longer So in the end, a mask is only necessary to destroy what’s left of feelings; From the floor that iron wall reaches straight up to the ceiling.