The Other

Pitifully shredded reflections Serrated, concealed, and injected Sedated on our chosen opium It makes this so comfortably uncomfortable Am I craving taste or sustenance? Am I praying for faith or common sense? Stretchin' and strainin' this textured blend Hangin' somewhere in the balance I don't care What they say About the other There's always another Caricatures draw false conclusions Cascading through grandeur's delusions As certainty is the mother of fools Tranquility breeds from you Cage or a palace Smooth or with callus What happens, happens Comparison'll reap your joy Somethin' in your head Somethin' in your hand Somethin' in your heart Somethin' in your head Somethin' in your hand Somethin' in your heart I don't care What they say About the other We are one another