Project 86 Pipe Dream

Downhill, downtrodden left a slave
New day on the verge to find the gray
Floors swing and slope downhill to bring
Middle grounds set on wavering
Two sides to flip and coax a blink
Lying on the fence, on the brink
Dealt an empty hand
Opposed to delete any bridge to stand

Polarized this side

Shades display this trade
Off to buy halfway games that bore my days
End of my phase today
I'm not willing to meet in the middle
End tragedy, solve the riddle
And dissipate ideals of indecision

Pipedreams like these will cease and die
Unleashed, my past, this face, removed, replaced

And now my phases die this time
Grey fades too late

Unveiled my mask...

What's right is not balanced
You're tripped by intent to stretch
Searches coerce a mesh
But find no chance to clench against
Facts still remain to refute the quest
I'll fight to remain unbalanced
If that equates to remaining stagnant
I'm no longer the same as the halfway days
No time delays

You wanted to know why I'm different
Why I refuse to open my mind
Because that relative stance is inadequate
To fulfill what I need inside

Many souls on the brink of collapse inside the midst of these so-called answers
So willing to embrace those pipedreams so lost and neglecting their only real chance

So willing to hinge in the balance
Your state is so desperate, so blank
So empty and left with this notion that doesn't hold water or weight
It's dark or light so decide and face