Take a look inside and realize, its roting

These covers unfolding

These days keep rolling

And now its colour coding

Reflected in my daily actions

And when I'm muted, Well that's just a fraction

Of the pain that thrives, I'm a walking contradiction

So yes, I'm on a mission

My mind riddled in fiction

Thats why I'm lacking diction

Hope they quiver and listen

Hope they use their intuition

Because it cant be fought alone, its like my body's itching

Someone give me a hand

Take me to the promise land

Till then you know where I stand

Alone in Static motion

And so I have a notion

Take me away from this clan

I know you have a plan