Volatile

Feeling volatile As signs point to the change And moving on's The only thing that stays the same When I'm not gone I've really had enough Of thinking on Days wasted alone Half sleeping Un-tired In static control Any other time I'd have to trust my gut To eat the mind And tell me things are looking up These days align Just to fade before my eyes Had I dreamed it all Just to tell myself I'm Feeling drawn to the trip I'm on The ship has come into view Hand over heart as the thoughts distort And drift away for good Half sleeping Un-tired In static control Chronicle your heart And tell me what you see How invisible Do you want to be What lies before The gate of so mature If I had more time I'd waste it all for sure