there are no answers

Seven minutes with my head reaffirmed against the trunk of a mighty oak
Lost in the Forrest of confusion a title winning award certificate giving joke
It's not about you anymore I've moved on from that I've evolved into a different jigsaw
A billion pieces in which we scramble the fractured segments as mixed up, a cerebral coleslaw

I tear up through ducts that quack inside my salty eyes thoughts that contribute to infected sighs
And they say sighs don't matter, right. They're wrong , sighs contribute to the very matter of cells inside the king size
Bed and mattress smoking to get the highs that only dreams in witch we control through envelopes
Licked and ready to stamp through the postal office to a heart of another in which the good envelops  
Stand sturdy, stand tall and proud let your voice project through the internal projects pain
Delve deep into the realms of an internal diagnostic switch it back off and on again

Seven minutes reduced to five and it all begins to start again
It's time to be more positive more knead of the bakers bread more life not death
I'm a clever mother fucker but I'm not as smart as you, you've lost more in your life and I totally respect your admission to my last written line
But I'm cool with that , it's  part of this and it's fine

I guess we're growing into a conclusion with a hot air balloon cerebral confusion
Three minutes until we weld the metal of our mind into a mettalic hope conclusion
Infusion of thoughts that I'll insist remain positive
Grind through a tight covered colander disguised as a divider where we exist to live

One minute and it's fucking awesome we are still a part of the matrix we still thrive
And at the end Nature grasps her in her arms and hold in like a mother really should a honey scented hive
Zero but I don't care that the clock ran down because I sought and I did find amongst life's chancers
It's all about the birth giver,  the meaning of life , there are no answers.