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letra de real - ibø

i’m asleep but awake in my conscious. my realism in reality just proof of my awareness, but dismissed as lack of self-confidence. i believe in myself but i’ve never prayed for an everlasting reality, admitting my problems doesn’t mean i understand my own insanity. you push me away but at the same time pull me so close, makes me reflect on the things glued closer to my heart the most. we are sometimes broke in the heart but we can always pay attention. we might not always mean well but always have good intentions. sometimes the only thing we can do is listen to our common cents, but our broke hearing senses a reflection of our overpopulated census

too many people but not enough reality. too much repit-tion but not enough practicality. we focus on the superficial aspect, but don’t spend any currency in our minds to paying attention to inner conflicts. inner reflection can be confusing, and that’s a good sign – it means we’re alive in the spectrum of our minds. we all need to be a little mad within our own stability. clarity not always what it seems, because while we take peace of mind for granted, we must remember it’s a privilege, not an ability

something we must not feel all the time or we’d live one track lives constantly repeating the same song. and while we sometimes feel we have nothing left, when we feel we’re right that means we’re inevitably going to be proven wrong. life is all about balancing the positives with the negatives, it’s not a highway, it’s more like a scale with fluctuating weight. it’s like whiskey that tastes sweet but gives us that bitter aftertaste

sometimes we are accepted, but mostly we are excepted without exception. mostly our expression relates to n0body but ourselves, and not even our expression can fully express our depression. but without fail, we are human with flaws and imperfections, and the more we know the more our knowledge of the world lessens. some say we learn about ourselves each day but i say we know less and less. and while we constantly review our emotions and study our feelings there isn’t a sure fire way to put them to the test. not much encomp-sses how we navigate our lives, and we’re backstabbed every day and are just trying to pull out the knives

and sometimes we feel nothing at all. while hollow emotions leave our stomach empties like the munchies, sometimes before our feelings walk they need to crawl. feelings something we develop, something we cook raw and ship in an envelope. but sometimes this ship tips over and we break down. instead of feeling nothing we can break nothing but a frown. emotions harder to crack than a rock, but this makes it harder to let us down and makes our view of our feelings when we find them quite profound. emotions aren’t universal, but always purposeful. however it’s not appropriate for us all to feel the same way at one point or another, but we are like magazines that hope we don’t leave any issues uncovered

that line went over your head like perceptual wind. perceptions aren’t always clear, they can be like the smog in our demeanors, but like high school, we do our best to fit in

- ibo

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