Forest of Art

This is lyrics, sorta. I wrote this based off of the spiritual journey I had out in the woods. It gave me a lot of insight, but I had to destroy myself to understand.

Sunny days, lack of rain

Even if it's only for a moment, even if it all remains the same

Well I broke my head and lost my heart,

Deep within that forest of art

And there are things that sing,

But neither you or I can see

Deep within the canopy of trees,

Oh how nature is so wonderful

And in my dreams the world was not spinning,

Everything remained cold and dim and then I saw them

They chopped away at the very thing that gave us life,

To support the monsters that like to make murder, art

Well I broke my head and lost my heart,

Deep within that forest of art

Well I broke my head and lost my heart,

Deep within that forest of art

The circles never seem to stop,

Lost my head again and I'm trying to understand

Well these words are nothing more than an entertainment

There seems to be that there is no greater plan,

We are just here to try and understand, but we can't

So we make entertainment out of this misunderstanding

We fool ourselves to believe we know the difference between love and war,

But the truth is, we have no idea on what we should believe

And you'll understand why so many wear their hearts on their sleeve

Everything is a repetitive motion, or so some believe

Endless cycles, constant circles, we're spending so much time trying to figure it all out

That we miss the most essential keys,

We've lost what makes you or me

Well I broke my head and lost my heart,

Deep within that forest of art

Well I broke my head and lost my heart,

Deep within that forest of art