Wicked words of wisdom

Wicked words of wisdom in my head, counter-balancing thoughts that make me wish I were dead. The contradiction I find, easily amused. Are we lieing to ourselfs or are we telling the truth.
If I can convince myself that I am the same, would that mean that I am partially sane? If I could cover your eyes with a blindfold, would you help me see? The questions I am looking for reside in my mind, but they're buried somewhere I can't seem to find.
Deep inside the soul lies within, burning with desire, Where do I begin?
Alway's wanting and yearning for something out of reach. Where did I go wrong or was this path a rig htious feat. Will I reach my goal, will I ever fall into the light? Or do I need to climb out of this hole and continue to fight.