Mental Distortions

Mental Distortions
I witness what I see
And it shows me constantly
That the patterns in my head
In the changes make their bed

I must find a way to see
what the truth is finally
Feeling like turning my head
but where should it have me led
Give me a hint when I'm wrong
it would be like singing the song

Bring the rain! Bring the pain!

It is no way visible nor feelable
The distortion isn't catchable
This is nothing but a modification
In the wrong direction

A touch of light, after all
In my rediscovering soul
The new incresed old
Being my temporary goal