Consciousness
Such a dirty word
It represents
All that I've heard
A stream of myself
I impulse
Not contained
By any walls
I thought things through
Once before
I ended up
Quite unsure
I still don't know
The right answer
Trying something new
I cut loose
I figured that
I had nothing to lose
But now I know that
It's everything
A quiet brood
Is what I need
Leave me alone
I want peace
I contemplate
The power of thought
I realized what
I should not
It's breaking up
This life mine
It's cracking worse
With every line
I feel I'm running
Out of time
Ignorance
Such a happy word
Intelligence
Is much preferred
I'd much rather know
Everything
Cogitate
Cogitate
Cogitate
Cogitate