Minutia's Curse

Stuck in a new game
Caught in a meticulous space
Coloured with light veins
Cause confusion for the barely sane

Sitting all these thoughts rearranged
Everything in place
Cause confusion if the game is changed

Designs are in, the cycle spins
Release the ghost that's trapped within
That you find your way, you plan to win
Perfection comes from discipline
As you reach the end with tired skin
You notice things you can't quite think
As more thoughts creep in they wake a grim
Perfection, truths, you find within
I find

I find
I find
I find