I transcend time   with my words   I'll build a house for you and I   we will live there together   alone and surrealize   do we just exist?   and does love persist?   the questions of purpose   and loving of destiny   our conquest for bliss is   as much hit or miss   as it is skimming   the fat off our beliefs      I walk around blindfolded   Talk   I'm not listening   I read through a thousand books   But   I forgot everything      If grace knows my name   Then I am to blame   Constantly spreading   My fear and my shame   The story exists   It's an option that ticks   But still my tongue   Cannot be trusted   It's so poetic   Like a black widow's kiss   Trembling as my muscles give...      I walk around blindfolded   Talk   I'm not listening   I read through a thousand books   But   Forgot everything      I found out the proof itself   Was   Not foolproof   And I leave my mind daily   But   You never see me move