no further analysis.

[zarlon]

through previously travelled paths, i step blindly -
there's no focus to where i've been,
the sights i've seen - i'd...
like my mind cleared of all this clutter -
but for now objects will be tossed around
unknowing of if we belong together

in this headspace, i'm far from free,
illusions dissolving one at a time
lacking a reason, but blessed with a rhyme
faulty through disorder,
we obscure our own vision without stopping to think

unqualified decision.

[Kind of written to go along with the music..]