A question mark's on a question mark

And insecurities connect my parts

I thought you are me and I am you

So I talk to myself 'til my face turns blue

Ask me if my feet touch the ground

I drift away and explore the profound

A morph to satisfaction is the trip

It's you... isn't it?...

Father tell me what you think of me

Please, tell me what you think of me

The pressure and the weight comes in with the tide

I tell you that I love you a thousand times

Someone said a silver course lands my door

Now question marks talk to me even more

I'm tired.. and I wanna come home

But all that pains me is the thought of my own

The thought of you just reeks with divinity

A spark by my heart is the symbol of the trinity

I can understand that the stakes are high

But I'd really like to know what I've done and why

I'm floating in a sea of doubt when it comes to that

It seems as though all of my thoughts are now acrobats

I am you, now that's a thought to renege

But in the thought that stops it seems to get big

I wonder why father.. why it is what it is

Because I am what I am?.. what gives?

Alphabet soup brings uncertain T's

A kiss on the cheek is more trouble for me

Is it possible that I might decompose

And reassemble with a spark and a rose

I notice that oblivion follows me around

As ode to forgetful mind is shot down

Eternity is holding a rubix cube

And everything inside it seems to be nude

I just don't get it sometimes it's wierd

It barely shakes but escalates into fear

I'm so distraught that it now makes sense

The perfect pony.. but you'll only get a glimpse

Now someone tried to hit it with a stick of bamboo

I wonder wonder wonder wonder who

I grin as the era