auctor

  I've fallen for how time has  Paralyzed me to a trance In exchange for my talismans That have paved every path I ran If I'm no longer a pathological overthinker Then who am I ? Who am I?  If I'm no longer the artist with stained fingers Then who am I?  I'm buried under wasted pages  That bleed onto my tainted skin So deep the scars are beautiful  Like tie dyed oceans I swim in If I'm no longer a pathological overthinker Then who am I ?  Who am I?  If I'm no longer the artist with stained fingers Then who am I?  My beliefs have been corrupted  By unflattering portraits  I made them myself because I thought That's what humility demands  My lifelong resolutions  Turn into empty promises  As I fly closer to the sun because I thought  That's what soaring demands  If I'm no longer a pathological overthinker Then who am I ? Who am I?  If I'm no longer the artist with stained fingers Then who am I? -auctor