Alienated

After hitting a pinnacle of just a stepping stone
Identity of entities only start to shine or become known
Coming down from that high like a addict off his throne
The Inner Clash of the Cerberus
Confined by breathless vertical lines
exhale through the small zones in time

Each head plays like a muse all over drei
Each despises the other, fractiously flailing
through a violent majestic flow
That sways between the three when asked for
A spectators jitter makes it vibrate
like a baby left in the snow
The real alien thine buries itself in the nights soil
Is it because of its new found profoundness
in tenacity that makes it alone

Searching deeper in the ground
only looking at the greener side
Tho' it knows its just in the mind
And maybe this is just another leap
onto the next stone which is unseen
Head in the ground with the faith
that they will soon see the light
Once time passes maybe this is his narrow path
But now is just blinded by the soil in its eyes

Though
maybe it's all just over thinking
head never in the ground
and never in a cage but all just in his mind