I dreamed I was a crane
                      flying high in the sky touching the sun                                 
to penglai and it's jade terraces
wild horses running free
long white mains flying with the wind
over streams and rivers that trail across fertile land
as I soar through the clouds
set to rest in everlasting thought
my dream is over
or just beginning
Tao

Skewed vision when I followed the cynosure//
Beam balancing
Can’t hold my own sometimes//
Made up characters to separate my thoughts from “myself”//
Split my cares in eights//
Off with the indecision//
Fall asleep as soon as the tears hit the pillow//
Head up, delusional//
Unparagoned//
So I think
Perception shields the egomaniac residing in me//
I make it seem as if so, but really with my intentions, I’ll never know how things will play out//
Misterpretating will be my end//
With no one to truly seek, I play with the inconsistencies.... so what about guilt?//
My character doesn’t mind the idiosyncrasies I portray... I do it for the show
Merging with the relentless and the glorious
It ***** to be Sweet, bittersweet//

There he stands alone,
Forever in thought yet no end result,
With endless possibilities every one explored,
Closure not found,
Mind forever bound,
So is the trap of thought.

They told me,
to pour everything that i have
and now they are asking me
why am i so empty.