Rites Of Spring

We are all trapped in prisons of the mind,
it"s a hard sensibility
but we"ll see it through in time
but when words come between us
Noiseless in the air
Believe me, I know it"s so easy to despair.
but don"t
Tonight i"m talking to myself
There"s no one that I know as well
Thoughts collide without a sound
Frantic, fighting to be found
And I"ve found things in this life
that still are real
a remainder refusing to be concealed
And I"ve found the answer lies in a real emotion
Not the self-indulgence of a self-devotion
Too many situations