Hiding from My Brain

Black and blue
You’re always choosing to be squashed and pulled and moulded
But I guess it’s lack of colour from
Which to choose so you run with others
Your idle brain’s my worst critique
Just give it time
I am still finding
You’ve been fried and are confusing mad success with really doing
Back and forth
Be everlasting
If you’re soft you’ll never get through
But it’s every now and then the love you give comes back unto you