King With a Heavy Crown by A’Sun

Old memories seem to shatter like broken mirrors in a sea of black ink because 
Routine days tend to ruin my dreams so I often back think 
To bright days from hazy thoughts that said if you sleep it’ll be your last blink 
Nostalgic feelings change the hue of your vision so you reflect and see your past pink 
Warm vibes from a liquid sunset makes you feel like you and life had a mad sync
It all feels great when you sip your fears away because the truth won’t mask your drink 
It’s all connected through dreams but when awake you cant find the last link Melancholy bliss nostalgic quintessence
I don’t know just trying to describe my essence
But I begin to lose myself whenever I look past to present I guess deep thoughts are like shallow blessings 
Have you drowning in your repressions just so you can breathe from your confessions 
If you will then each L will teach you a lesson 
Like each word in the scripture of your mind is a message
From the ancestors telling you that you getting closer to blessings I questioned everything 
Until I forgot what it means 
To feel anything 
Being woke is not as fun as it seems 
When you lost all your dreams
Because you’re afraid to go to sleep these thoughts are a little too deep I climbed a hill that was a little too steep 
Now only if I could fall from these clouds I reminisce about the time on the ground 
Am I a mystic or a clown It’s all relative so what the difference between a smile or a frown 
Why am I here and why am I now 
There I go questioning again 
Will this search ever come to an end
 The closer I get the sooner I begin
I conquered my yang just to lose all my yin Life and death are starting to look like some twins 
So maybe I should sit back and flow with the spin Then maybe after this After this I can transcend 
But I have divided decisions that led to subtle collisions of thoughts and feelings such emotional conflictions caused by mundane addictions overdosed off societal prescriptions highs and lows of the input output system has me experiencing sighs and woes of neglected wisdom why do I sell my time for a dime that I cant even multiply ten times was it a crime to have a mind that would color outside the lines but im colorblind so black and white bleed together to make grey skies societal thoughts are pollution now acid rain falls into the eyes as hallucinogens has us tripping over things in nature because we forgot the color green unless its projected on a screen where your ego is sunken into memes that capture your dreams to fill you with nostalgia so you dont look behind the screen brainwashed so clean you forgot how fun playing in the mud seemed imagination is the essence of being sober intoxicated under the world’s influence makes the soul colder a puppet at the will of the controller pulled by the strings of good and evil but only when i got older i realized the angels and devil stood on my shoulders