Epiphany

Raised on adrenaline
The nervous corrosive kind of adrenaline
Ajusted to the acidic qualities of worrying
Normalicy
Heart burn all the while

Forever living in a nightmare
Fighting fears in the day
Shedding tears in the night
Never learned it was wrong
Always thought it was right
And that's trite
I must fight

What do I fight?

The clouds have been lifted
Epiphany
Acidic to Lucidic
Corrosive to Controling

Living in a dream from which I cannot awaken
Conscious and invited
Comfort, surreal, smile

Moving as if the world's not really here

Unable to sence if it's far or near

A landscape of velvet is what I have found
It covers my soul and my skin all around

Swimming in a sea of feathers
My soul soars up to the sky
Can't think of when I've felt better
The cradle of a never-ending high