more emotion

With more emotion comes less focus, and more commotion.

 Less devotion to a single notion. 

Swimming endlessly in this open ocean. 

An island of thought sometimes as mystical as a potion.

Oh no, show them you have more, more rhymes, more time, more lines. 

Endless, unending, forever, undying.

 I'm lying, nope, just rhyming. 

Just trying to make some diamonds out of writing. 

My soul's full, I'm soulful, so full of these so-called fools. 

I don't believe them, they're denying their reason, I consider it treason. 

We change like the seasons, I'm creeping up on these heathens. 

Looking for hope, I've got a frozen soul. 

Feeling cold, lump of coal. 

My words are all I control.