Made the decision to cut certain ties,
when it became a must that I have to rise;
Now the dream's clearer and I will outshine,
yes the divine agenda in my master's design;

It's family first at every cost,
never making the same mistakes of those who lost;
some thought I could not make it so I paid them in full,
Now I am getting there so tell me who is the fool;

whether I live long or die at any time,
may my successes prove that I reached  my prime;
grow too big to associate with your people,
it's nothing but the start of a type of evil;

Never drag anyone with you when going up,
let them come running with you or else you drop;
its hard to balance it all in this world we live in,
with the hustling everyday you are lucky to be breathing;

your friends are too desperate and afraid to wait,
do not look up to me cos I can't dictate your fate;
I do what I can to disperse everything I have,
there are too many of you and I don't know who to starve;

They depend on me but I fail sometimes and fall real low cos I am just a man,
hell I don't know if the stop sign will be at my doorstep tomorrow and yes all I had was a plan:

And when some thought they had it all and rubbed it on my face,
I was laughed at and scorned, given everything short of a praise;
it didn't matter then and sure as hell don't matter after all these years'
except it only matters cos it sparked the fire that led me here;

it's very hard to love in a world full of fakes and hate,
keep a pure heart or else you break and seize to elevate;
Try not to Lord your opinion cos you don't know it all,
keep your heart open and know when to build a wall;

If we all contribute a little good we could fix this world(1),
but what is right or wrong when we all have different gods;
become great or die trying(2), leave no stone unturned,
resilience is one of the ways that success is earned;

better to try and fail than not to try at all,
start from something and despise nothing small,
and when it comes to deciding to cut ties,
may it be a decision made by a wise.

The clock strikes 12 in the morning,
Trying hard to get into the stream.
But when it does not let you sleep,
you are wide awake in your dream.

What is it that keeps you awake at night?
Have you find your cause to fight?
If not so, oh my dear!
You will live only in fear.

Let this feeling set you free,
Open the lock with this key.
Don't be living just a life,
Make it larger, while you strive.

Don't think it will be easy,
Many more endless nights to see.
But when it does not let you sleep,
There is nothing more meaningful,
and deep.

Storms will come and go,
You have to face it all.
What matters in the end,
That you get up after the fall.

They will eventually weep,
Don't just wait for the slumberday.
When it does not let you sleep,
You have found the right way...

Over inflated view of self,
Need to see what others see.
To know the real person you are,
Closely look who reflects back at thee.

Don't just live in that self-made bubble,
It will eventually close in on you.
Better to include few wrong others,
To make you more aware of your troubles.

Even though this world is cruel,
You anyway are not entitled.
So be humble of your fragility,
Accept that you need the humility.

The whole life is contradictory,
Right and wrong are subjugatory.
You never know what is in store,
Better to have few people ashore.

A life with only 'I',
Ain't it narrow and purely a lie?
The truth will only be revealed
When two fates are eventually sealed.

We are merely a speck in the universe,
Which is by the way doesn't revolve around you!
The moment you see over this fact,
A more humbling world is right before you.

Let go of the self and the ego,
Be one with others and the world.
You will step into a universe,
Which you thought was beyond your grasp....

You are,
               what you feel.
You are,
             what you think.

But you
             can
                    change how you feel by changing what you think-

I think.

.

I am the one who walks at the edge of the herd
noting and observing the crush.
The jostling and positioning, and re-positioning.
I see, I watch. As the participants dance,
desperately seeking to be sorted, boxed, stamped and labelled.
The reject of the herd, I document.
I can paint a flowery picture.
I can write an apocalypse.
But its not like that, its not black and white.
Its complex. And it is moving.
Constantly. The only true organised motion.
Infinite individual minds, racing.
Racing towards oblivion
carried by the herd.
The weak, trampled; helping elevate the strong.
The strong, elevated; trampling down the weak.
The battle for posture.
The psychology of a single entity
split, schizophrenically, amongst the countless.
The herd travels as one. Inexorably.
United and scattered, evolution incarnate.
I see the hate, the love, the conflicts within.
I see the pain and misery.
There is danger here, on the edge.
I am the one who walks apart from the herd,
finding my own path.

©Pagan Paul (20/06/16)

When reason becomes unreasonable
I tear at the edge of the sky
And **** myself
To cancel my scars

Its so much bigger
So much
It is a massacre of the mind
And the way to reach the stars

My middling heart

I call your name

Knowing you could never save me