Alex Frog - Pressed

Rising up, another morning
One that could bring just about anything
Open mind, ready to conquer
To dance, to master, to shine and sing

Usual steps, momentum through motions
Keeping all matters in proportions
Familiar procrastination
Driving my resurrection

Through the door, one step, one action
Staring options, another distraction
A receptive mind bracing
For all cynical reactions

Suddenly cornered, imploding horizons
There ought to be a logic explanation
For this poetical exponential accretion
Scrambling to find any solution
A dilution
Of amplification

Choices, each one matters
Dices, each roll caters
Nuances, on each blind corner
Forces, all compounded pressures
All compounded pressures
Pressed

Navigating indistinguishable variables
An ocean of dead ends floods upon
The unspoken voice's decisions
Bled through untamed emotions

For your open eyes to see
Your glass half full or half empty
For your hands to free, this door to pull
Open or close and let be

All your demons to flee
My anxieties freed

Choices, each one matters
Dices, each roll caters
Nuances, on each blind corner
Forces, all compounded pressures
Choices, each one matters
Dices, each roll caters
Nuances, on each blind corner
Forces, all compounded pressures
All compounded pressures
All compounded pressures
Pressed
Pressed
Pressed
Pressed

Written by:
Alex Paquin

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