More

Accessing peace and what lies dormant
Eternally swathed within us all
Dive under or rise asunder
Reach

Or each as a consequence,
layering and circling
-thrive for more

More is the equivalent of seasons
And you're living on now
Protesting time

Adding numbers towards the vile
Slipping, painting off the grid to asunder
With fragile hands, unending pain
Or fails

Little ticks, nick arteries
Bewildered games, daunting and stupid
Or fatality a display for more

Or each as a consequence,
layering and circling
-thrive for more

More is the river continuous and unending
And you are living on now
Protesting time

Accessing peace and what lies dormant
For whats genuine is whats within
Is you

I like it, although it seems more of a poem than a song to me... but anyway. It's still really good.

Might be a little poetic indeed. Maybe a different presentation is what this needs... thanks!