Split life living

On a paradigm constantly shifting
Between a suit and a tie
Or conveying pure artistic imagination
Creating on the fly

As my minds over compensating
I try to find a balance
To chase financial security
Or drink from the forbidden chalice

To truly express myself
In thoughts of creation
Liquor, smoke, and some consummation
Liquor, smoke, spiritual conversation
Only one life to live
Get the conversation
That I have with myself on the daily
Sometimes I honestly think I’m crazy

To be what I feel I have to be
Or to be who I really want to be
Two different lives
Standing right in front of me
As if I have to choose from right or wrong
Caught in this void, like this where I belong