Prox Centauri - Leitmotifs

Same themes recurring, swipes your sleep
There until I face them, leitmotifs
Time moves in circles
Time moves in circles
I'll work until I make the choice
That's right for me
That's right for me
I'll work until I make the choice
That's right for me

Delving deeper into semiotics, surfaces are lies
I've surmised that the who is us, let's figure out the whys
Challenges encountered on this bumpy road are multifaceted
Que Sera Sera, but acceptance is the asterisk
When it's said and done will they glorify my passages?
Hoist my body up, parade it through the streets like Maximus
Or am I cliched? Potential, but no wrangle on the self
Ushered out to Hollywood to languish on a shelf
Perturbed forced to choose between: consciousness or coonery
Dumbest thing i'd ever do is let the public choose for me
Truthfully, sycophancy steers you close eulogy
Adversion to the foolishness but do it for approval see
Duality, between obstacles you're sandwiched
Realized I am both the painter and the canvas
Delirious but introspecting is the predication
Experience is sensei, it coached my revelations

Same themes recurring, swipes your sleep
There until I face them, leitmotifs
Time moves in circles
Time moves in circles
I'll work until I make the choice
That's right for me
Same themes recurring, swipes your sleep
There until I face them, leitmotifs
Time moves in circles
Time moves in circles
I'll work until I make the choice
That's right for me

Lyrically expansive, yet boxed in by flummoxed crowds
College dropout ironically i'm told to dumb it down
Lumped in with the flexers, degenerates, mumble rappers
Progressive prose but impatient, cannot stumble backwards
I don't want to propagate depictions of ne'er-do-wells
Who benefit financially, but don't seem to care who's jailed
I look around and see the next Hughes, Angelou, Cesaire
But taught vanity, skewed to lose tangibles for flair
Does sticking to my principles create a prima-donna?
Or is my resolve a result of how I cling to honor?
Straddle fine lines between preachy and prophetic
Music's just a medium, manna's in it's message
An insane statement it's painstaking but labors taught
That those nature walks formed the basis for my sagacious thought
Chaos is ubiquitous but now we must admit this
Seems the wisest ones see the whole, not the reductionistic

Same themes recurring, swipes my sleep
There until I face them, leitmotifs
Time moves in circles
Time moves in circles
I'll work until I make the choice
That's right for me
Same themes recurring, swipes my sleep
There until I face them, leitmotifs
Time moves in circles
Time moves in circles
I'll work until I make the choice
That's right for me
Same themes recurring, swipes my sleep
There until I face them, leitmotifs
Time moves in circles
Time moves in circles
I'll work until I make the choice
That's right for me
Yeah

Written by:
Armand Elsy

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