Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Just A Thought

Sinister dreams haunt my days, for i know not what is real and make believe.  It remains easy to lose myself amidst a sea of people not quite like me, creating a way for themselves to live in slavery.  The chains of limitations holding you down, their shackles weighing heavy on the mind.  Is it bondage if you're being held hostage? I see before me a path clear but remain unsure, think before you leap, faith means nothing to me.  Fighting to try and stay on the edge, balancing between two extremes.  The middle is a hard fought place to be, alienated from most people because of how you think.  Exiled to live alone with nobody knowing, I'm finding I'm not singular at all.  Others breaking the mold have risen from the underground, blending in with the beautiful people. I see you through these eyes that have seen too much, always innocent curiosity clings to my being insisting to be fed.  I sit in my shed blowing smoke from lungs, thoughts drifting off with the pillar rolling toward heaven.  It's an extension of me, hoping one day someone will feel my story.  No matter the reason why, i stand in my shoes, fulfilling being me every step of the way.  Suddenly, the reality is glaringly obvious.  Suddenly i can see.

6 comments:

  1. Thank you for your comment, I think maybe you're right :)

    I like your philosophical writing, makes me think a lot!

    Xx
    /Stephanie / http://
    mydarlingsolitude.blogspot.com


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  2. Wow...some serious introspection here man. You delved quite deep. I loved it.

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    1. Thank you, sir. It's much appreciated.

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  3. "I see you through these eyes that have seen too much."

    My eyes cannot unsee. And then my vision is filtered as a skeptic with high hopes and low expectations.

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    1. I feel that more than you can imagine.

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