Courses of Action

How many more chances can there possibly be To stroke the answers preparing for both Victory and defeat I'm measuring the connection between What's lost and been retrieved But there's just enough of everything To keep perfection out of reach (Need a course of action) Rinsed in the purity of sea waves And strengthened by protein chains The naked eye's invitation to what can't be explained Desires completed when returned to burning hands Blood-flow sweetened by the circulation of aching demands The attempts will be made The attempts will be made like always To gather the distress and approach the consequence To gather the distress and approach the consequence There's no law now, so I'll take it upon myself To claw right through the outer shell And hatch the eggs that hide in the nests of imagination And attach the spider's legs to provide the best of sensations Oh, but why does it appear that flesh Has threatened to separate from bone It was my dearest, coldest friend Who made me feel so alone There will be plentiful opportunities In the plight of heart-cries But it seems that the soul is alight With the will to try The attempts will be made The attempts will be made like always, like always To gather the distress and face the consequence I've had so many chances To be in an actual craze And if the answer should find me I will grasp the dazzling blaze