Emmanuel Kant: The Conflicted Diaries.
The brain is abstract and the subconscious a beast; its eye never sleeps,
it's consuming thoughts while being responsible for your personal feats.
The chessboard seeks vengeance and serves as life's puzzles,
its pieces finds its place when you're revising your internal hustles.
Mike was majoring philosophy and praised the idelogy of Kant,
but his thoughts transforms and break grounds like a plant.
It took charge of his view of the world, and he became a slave to himself,
he evolved into the prophecy of the teachings; a personal hell.
But he started dating someone in his class; An angel going by Jane.
She believed the opposite, claimed there's no such thing as pain;
''Only if we perceive a problem in our brains they're starting to form'',
but each time she said this his head cooked up an entire storm.
A confusion of dimensions, knowledge and planets stuck inside fences,
no matter how much he twisted and turned; he deemed himself defenseless.
''Senseless!'', he yelled, but she was talking 'bout the distance between them,
When he listened it hit him, ''how can I reclaim this sought after gem?''
But the serotonin was gone, no more romance in chem,
He knows the root of love is broken if it's cut off from the stem.
A friend came to help; he gave advice to revise what he's been taught,
And the picture of his mind explains what's behind every thought.
''It rustles my jimmies'', he said, and the landscape went silent,
in his conscious mind the world seemed morbid and violent.
The king finds its place in the center, the pawns is hardly making a scene,
All of them is dark pieces of his past, but there's no sight of his queen.
Almost as if his dreams was in stand-by, just waiting to blossom.
And the seeds of his deeds seemed to be playing possum,
at least to the naked eye. But he twists and shakes inside,
the lakes within dried for the greyscale that taints the atmosphere of his mind.
The eye of the beast plays a part when he fights for this girl,
people neglect the change that represents a former distorted world.
Isn't it colorful enough for them? Who said flowers really mattered?
If only she knew the battles he's fought she'd be beyond flattered.
Analyzing and patronizing, energetic but overly calm on the surface,
monks would swear that this man's meditating for a higher purpose.
The debris of a shattered existence is a mind breaking out of the loop,
He's about to be free as he's now focused on the oblivious truth.
The pyramid is a symbol of the obstacles in his gameplan,
but it wouldn't be there if he wasn't analyzing his aim and
creating issues that shouldn't be present. It truly distorted the view,
but it's also what makes the difference between me, him and you.
So what does it do? Why does the white pieces have to start the fight?
The queen stands behind the pyramid, all he needs is a shed of light.
A dread of might and the obstacle will be removed to give him the cue,
when the pieces of their souls string together they'll be connected for eternity too.
He called her up and the neurons found paths Amor couldn't have linked,
and that's how love made sure that Kant's theories went extinct.