Curious Minds

We’re condemned to be this free
Questioning all I ever see
Can’t embrace existence as it seems to be
My perception is all that I fear

We are lost in concept
For we are blind to what the curious mind can’t see
Indifference, desolation, take hold of me
For I can’t grasp what the colors bear for me

I can’t erase the bitter taste
Of a senseless being
My mind displaced in a boundless maze
For we are so unseeing
We’re so unseeing

My life deprived of all certainty
Because we don’t have the answers for what we’re meant to be
The sign of the times condition me
The end of our horizon is as far as we can see

Our senses constricted, perceptions confined
Our answers conflicted, the unknown divine
We are lost in wrong or right
The nihilist’s cry is corrupting my mind

There’s a prison in the land of the free
There’s a border to infinity
There’s no scale for the pain that I feel
There is nothing
There is nothing for me
We are lost in concept
Our minds shape this reality
Shape this
Our minds shape this reality

I’m lost in time
I still can’t see
The purpose of what or who I’m meant to be