[Lyric] Loss of the Unfound (Savage Intellect (2))

It often seems my poetry is all I have left to hold close to me
I choose to believe I'm the one that’s been chose to be
God's clay creation, molding me
Until he perfects what man is supposed to be
And, as flattering as they may sound, I still drown in sorrow
Wishing the world could see (sea) me pond-ering thoughts
Trying to reverse (rivers) my em-otions (oceans)
So they're not so shallow…
Self-supportive to the bone marrow
Scientist at work trying to find the antidote
For the cure that my heart harbors
For what I once perceived as a poisonous arrow
I nearly perfected the formula
But still I failed to break the curse
Which ironically, just made my uncertainties worse
I’m currently seeking reprieve
In the possibility it's time-sensitive responsive
Since I recently felt brief moments of love and passion
I mention that for the sake of being openly honest
However, previous life lessons
Suggest a broken promise
That's based on the premise
I live about as positive as positive
Formed a brain clouded with doubt
Into one that's clearly logical
And, yet and still I feel emptiness
That which most sparks my interest
Always exits my life leaving only the residue of remembrance
Leaving a gaping hole
Through which I'm hoping the pain will escape my soul
BUT, the light's far too bright, it scurries back to the dark
Where it feels safe and secure
I suppose that fact it hides within me is why I feel IN-secure...
And there's PROBABLY nothing more pure
Than being POSITIVELY unsure
About SOMEWHAT specific events in life
That MAY definitely hold the answers to the questions
You are SORTA ultimately searching for
And, I can only imagine how hypocritical all that must sound
But, that's the result of the loss of the unfound
This is the loss of the unfound