Substance
What am I filling my time with? What am I doing that's exciting? Am I wandering adrift that's never inviting? I'm enticed by ideas and words in complicated orders Making my mind confused and bombarded with marauders Can you take me somewhere new? A place of colour that strikes a clue What if you were the one all along that's impeding your sense of feeling and modes of dealing? I'm steering this ship to land or to the abyss Don't ask for directions because without your self it's pointless