The Path i walk is narrow, crooked, cracked and weak
With a roar, The Sun rises, telling my ears to open my eyes.
Exhale..., smoke, poison and pollution
Inhale..,soft, cool, calm and clean.
No more shall I walk this way, so much for the wretched and rancid.
Those are times past. these are beginnings of a new.
Like spring shaking itself clean from the death of winter, i shall shed these tears of entrapment and thrust ahead...,full of life.
Originally posted by Deja~vu
Okay....Now write one about insanity. IF you do, then I will LOL
Just because you requested it, Good Vu 🙂 ..,
Insanity
Monotony...,those are the bricks of the walls in my prison.
This nine to five routine has become the poison which seeps from my eyes.
Tears, they used to be, but one day i went to wipe them away
And i felt...,they burned.
Yearning and churning to know how or why.
How have i become more machine than man?
Is this merely a problem which lays within my brain
or am i onto something more?
Have i disrupted the shroud that has been shielding the truth?
Perhaps..,maybe, i am further feeding into the machine by indulging this paranoia
It doesn't matter now, things are far to tiresome and bleak to care anyway
Conspiracy Theories, Aliens, ancient and even secret religions...,
why couldn't i have found you sooner?
I knew this was a dangerous game but i thought i would find something other than shame.
My nine to five routine seems kind of like a dream now
I cry to be back on that side
it is so much better to be outside looking in
because once you're in you have no where else to go.
I so wish i could weep tears of poison just once more
it has to be better than none at all.
Well...,they are coming now, i must go before they find me.
If you should ever happen to glimpse their existence
don't tell them anything and forget you ever saw them.
They are most unforgiving and they mostly come at dark
why wont they leave me alone?