Four Corners

The right side of things limits sights and sounds
The good life just might bring me further down
And the fairly blue obstacle astounds
I may just forget things I just have found

What's so wrong in being right?
I can wonder 'bout all night
What's so right in being wrong?
Maybe I'll just write a song

Rules make you stand on sandy land
Lives will suffer

Because of order
Rules create such bland demand
Lives will suffer
In these four corners
And I'm here
Sinking here

The blind side of lies further weakens light
The frail hands would try but never ignite
And the dark jagged circus shines so bright
I may just regret things I thought were right

What's so taut in being free?
That I only want to flee
What's so free in being held?
When essentials are so veiled

Sweep me off my feet
I'll tumble down so fleet

All I know keeps falling

 Moving bound by ceilings

What more can I do?

Create war, abuse you

All I'm opposed to

 Is ink robbed of true hue