The Channel Spectrum While In Search For Sanity

The Channel Spectrum While In Search For Sanity
By: Tyler Ross

loop holes tremble as excuses, while pigeon holes seek freedom
I walk this road of understanding, but so many lack efficient rhythm
a decade of bad decisions I live with like a group of draining roommates
however, I possess the logic and reality of common sense's best students
my mouth is shut, but my brain is fatigued with neighboring ego stupidity
I continue to walk, but this time I do it bare foot
for the sheer experience of letting loose, I stay put
the direction isn't narrow like the swine who infest around
it's night out and my speed becomes faster trying to avoid the unwanted crowd
brilliance has been sold to one out of ten accompanying faces
dusk's recovery doesn't settle past any of my previous cases
from the beginning to the end in which I seek
a spurt of cold will attack, but the learned truth will send a retreat
creatures lash out to strip away anything I've come to be
there are numerous battle wounds, but they haven't reached the core of me
i've appeared weak, but the reward comes to the waiting war
triumphant will present a time as the fog rolls in quick
to drowing out the pictures of the atrocious matter
no longer will I have to see the wood without the grain
because there will be a nail in it for defending myself against the insane
striking away at the tyrant known as the critic
I gradually erase the expression of control from the aggressor to win it
I then thrashed around and in front of every possible bush
spraying them all with reform to expand the violence against themselves
eventually my quarter down the well wish will grant sized giants
to exchange with the venomous chattering substance and stomping them into mush
laughter arrived in time to celebrate this channel of escape
I gathered my wit, a bottle of my spirit, and sold the leftovers to their mistakes