A lil to much...

A lil to much of reality discourages the imagination comin forth to play.
Compressin a dose of freedom lost behind a blink standin brave.
Needin a way to live outside the struggle that claims the minds reason.
Wantin it's own moment to be heard as the calm is willin to listen.
Wrapped around thoughts like a blanket rests it's await to somehow give.
Ready n eagar to relax the tension consumin the endless grip.
Waitin for the consciousness to give in n sit back so a chuckle can find life.
Suppressed beneath the stare dancin in the design of the eyes delight.
A bit, a piece of self that clings to it's chance settles in patient nerves.
Watchin time slip away fightin of this world losing battle after battle unheard.
Inward it sinks into the touch unused willin to place fingerprints upon a change.
As if Jekyll n Hide at the surface of the texture within the expression is goin insane.
The tickle jus wants to feel the goochie goo extracted from a smiles fame.
It's in the way of the collision of competition no one can witness as a game.
Tryin to coexist with the other side of what lives within before it's jus to late.
Seen as one in the same as all seriousness unravels to capture the break.
Resistin the urge before an old dog gets stuck in a mindset unable to turn back.
All cuz the war was a lil to much for enjoyment to rise n be a part of the facts.
Beggin for a moment to cross over into sights line of vision outta costume.
In plain view opened to comfort the controls fade to release its use.