December 2009

 Why can't I escape these mental machines?
the things which make my stomach turn and seize,
intuition or false conclusion?
Patterns or the preoccupation with matter?

What difference does it even make?
spending alone, all the time awake,
shifting in and shifting out,
I can't begin, I can't even start.

I long for a time,
a time long forgone,
where the shadows on the wall,
were all I ever knew at all,

but that time has come and past,
I've made my way out of the cave,
only to turn and fall on my back,
stuck somewhere between the sun and the wall,
stuck in a world where, what the fuck is real at all?
If nothing is real, then we are free to fly or fall,
but then its all a lie, all a game with no point at all.

Can you see through my eyes?
can you feel my soul?
Why is it when I'm with all of you, I feel even more alone?
communication, misinterpretation,
leading to false conclusions,
to these spiritual delusions,
I've seen the eyes of the trees,
starting back at me,
I've seen the dragons in the breeze,
flying so serene,
and I've seen how they all react to cosciousness
to the way we breathe.
For fucksake.