denial is my armour
and distance my defence
fear of my own government
binds me to the present tense

but still i feel the karma
i let paralise my purpose
is it real or in my mind
that which holds me from the surface

but they are all my enemies
for they will foul my fate
but is it really me or them
who stops me being great

let wisdom be my sherpa
and o'er peaks i'll pass
then once i beat depression
they can kiss my ass.