those ideas are gross and they don't satisfy
but i have to dig in them and find the fault
and find who was at fault. there's nothing to blame
not a fatal act, just ideas of unsatisfactory kind
before the fall i would have had the comfort of the excuse
to not think, but now i'm left
to search for the distraction in the void
and in the void came the realization of the past
and the adventure lack of the "new gems"
i miss the stones and the nights of zoo parties
and i have discovered why i call my friends true
to thrive on the outside and to chill in the breeze
and pay no attention to vogue ideas, ideal actions
i've brought myself into a world so untrue
always moving, always finding a place
a place is always in the past, but
that's gone.
i'm still searching