Where is this tail-less rabbit leading me now, I'm in an environment that's proven unsound. My memories, emotions, thoughts and mind have claimed ownership of all that hints freedom. I'm chasing down spirits and phantoms that lead to cold aggression, here there is no hope of progression, and here I am kept.
Misery...Misery....What is this misery, that moves me like a puppeteer, that seems to whisper fear in my ear, Misery, leave me be, I have no room left for such things. I have become satiated with all of your promises, all of your lies, all of your labels, and all of your time....So full and fed up, yet still I know not where to go, no signs to point me home, and there is noone to hold. I'm alone....Yet so surrounded by the 'people' in my head, the entities that collaborate and move me with death.
There's something inside that pretends to like the idea of finding truth so sublime, recognizes an opportunity of love to indulge my interest and runs away when time comes to practice....It's all so familiar...Everyday life with empty wishes and promises that creep in croners of a petty light, a petty light that surfaces to be nothing more than a lie that only wished to blind me, blind me with hope that was born from past, past that's been accredited as a possession to a beast, a beast that has an image to protect, to protect lest he be vanquished, vanquished so to see that it was but a dream....A dream....A dream....
I have reconciled with a resistance to behold all that has been granted from the grandeur of life, and plummeted it down to nothing but mere indifferent delight, with limitations, with fright, the waves inside flow with a swampy tide. I have combined self interest with confusion,and I sit in compost, watered down waiting to sprout but I have yet to relax, for only tension claims me, like balancing over lava, I fear to dive into the heat, into the flames, every inch I move is calculated immensly in the brain....The brain...A muscle that holds all inventory of any thing I say.
