There’s a reason I want to fly
Not to escape
But to let go of gravity
And be in control.
To control where you’re going
To control how you do it
To control what you want to go
And when.
There’s a reason I want to be a wolf
Not to be vicious, or intimidating
To just enjoy the night, the mystery.
A bit of mystery is good, some questions.
In the dark no one sees who you really are
Unless they truly commit
And see with their heart
Not their eyes, ears, and touch.
There’s a reason for everything,
But sometimes you can’t
See it
Hear it
Touch it
You just throw yourself out there into the world.
Ego is the root of self
Me
I
Myself
Only Ego can take
Me
I
Myself
To a glory beyond
Together
We
All
Only Ego
Me
I
Myself
Can make decisions
For what Me
I
Myself
Truly want
And to take it
By my own
Ego
Is to be fully responsible
And that is what Me
I
Myself
Really need. No one else CAN make
Me
I
Myself
Do anything that
Me
I
Myself
Don’t wish to do.
That is what Ego does.
Ego is for ME, I, MYSELF.
I can fall
I can hide
I can run
I can’t sleep
I can tell
I can share
I can care
I can’t believe
I can try
I can win
I can lose
I can’t gain
I can think
I can compute
I can imagine
I can’t compare.
A filled void, that is the goal
A sweet end, that is the norm
A beautiful flower, that is the symbol
A symbol of care, that is a word I do not know.
I must know such a word,
For I feel it inside
But this word, care,
I can’t think of it if I dare.
The filled void, a treacherous task
One of sacrifice and desperate actions
This leads to my self defeat
But I am led to this whole feeling.
The sweet end, this false statement
An illusion of hope and prosperity
One of materials and the material world
But none shall return in the end.
The beautiful flower, cut from its roots
Lasts only as long as to hold on
The life drained of such beauty
Beauty of the sacred, rare of the artificial.
When you can truly open yourself,
be at your most vulnerable,
your weakest and strongest point,
you can submit yourself to everything.
Stand on top of a mountain.
you didn’t conquer this mountain,
but rather followed its beauty up,
it guided you to your very best,
your spirit can breathe peacefully
here.
Sit along the beach.
think about the things you thought were impossible.
they seem so real now
that they arent just imaginary.
you are staring into images,
a view too surreal to be real.
Observe life in a forest.
watch how all of life is natural.
it flows with grace and devine
quality.
Pour your mind into the stream
that carries you to the end.
fill it with your thoughts,
your concerns,
your personal feelings and affections.
let if wash away your worry.
Now you feel at one with nature.
you know its secrets, as all life knows yours.
All you thought you knew turns.
you’re questioning your knowledge,
other humans don’s seem so important.
Survival and instinct override reason.
You become a species of life.
When you can truly open yourself,
vulnerable, weak, and strong,
you feel alive.
you feel more.
what you feel now…
is your spirit and soul.
We are all here because we’ve lost control
The life we once led crumpled beneath our feet
As the usage of such magical mysteries of the world fill us
And leave us empty with thought
As the mind is blank and unworthy of recognition
We are all here because we’ve felt the fear
We took it and created different energy
But in return changed how we live
How we felt
How we reacted
How we dealt with difficulties
We are all here because we’ve lived the war
Had it sunk deep inside us
Latched onto our heart, lungs, and brain
The thoughts and images of individuals being slaughtered and beaten
They don’t frighten us anymore
They bring comfort for the rage built up inside
Knowing we may be able to slaughter and beat another
We are all here because we’ve seen the truth
The lies around us are pushed aside and rules are forgotten
We survive, not live
We can now see past the present and focus on the now
We can see the future and now worry about the coming and the to become
We can sense the danger ahead and the comfort left behind
We are all here because we’ve found the answer
The only way to live is to survive
And that answer is plain to be understood
We know the answer only because
WE have lost control
WE have felt the fear
WE have lived the war
WE have seen the truth
And for that, we have found the answer
The answer lies within the insane, us who have been tossed aside from the unforgiving society.
There will be days of solitude.
There will be days of sadness.
There will be days of esctasy.
There will be days of silence.
With my fet moving on
With my head down low
With my heart srunk in
With my back stabbed so
Still running fast
Still looking ahead
Still pushing beyond
Still suffering through
You wait for a dream
You get nothing from your mind
You think about your love
You dream sweet dreams.
