The pressure builds up every time fear appears
Because one mistake can lead to many paths
That aren't very clear
Being aware of this means absolutely nothing
Knowledge of certain situations only means
You have the power to know, whether or not which decision
Is the right decision
Voices in your head sometimes can steer you the wrong way
Even if the automobile is on cruise control
When evil spirits are behind the steering wheel of your soul
Lord knows, where that car ends up
A ditch, or off the bridge into the flowing river
Shake and shiver your way in the cold night air
No despair, no desire to wear appropriate attire
Because the heart is already frozen
From suffering of years of an internal furnace that was once and is still broken
So what's there to lose?
Hard to obtain a regain of yardage
Just step back, kick it right
Straight down the middle of life's uprights
Running in circles again, a strange mechanism
But it explains my relative theory of spiralism
What goes around comes around again
Being that this is a thesis going in circles
There is no purpose, just a natural scientific whirlpool