Is what I see through these eyes of mine really what’s in front of me?
Would anyone agree or reply instead, on the contrary.
Some things look so real but lack the fiber that’s required to being.
Allusion turned illusion, translation delusively believed.
Truth rejected, blatantly refused involuntarily due to brainwash of mainstream.
Maintaining distorted beliefs perpetuated by erratic theory.
When did it all turn upside down?
Like an hourglass it won’t last but an hour now.
How much longer will it be until justice is found?
Anyone dare object?
The Fowler should proceed with caution.
Where are the uncorrupt are they anywhere to be found?
It isn’t right that we truly have no rights.
Appropriation of our Constitution.
Can we turn this around?
As we sit here and strain our brains
Imagining, how could such inane things
Be defined, as anything other than profane
Could it be I'm just insane, or
Are the details only but a distant memory
Traces of strange faces
Faint images of kinfolk, who joke
An old trace of what's unseen by thee
Estranged behind the smoke
Take it in then make it float
And now they're awoke
Weather welcomed or snook in
No matter if they mock or mope
They maintain the design
Between an invisible line
Called what they let us see
And what we spoke
How astonishingly wicked it may seem to be, to recognize such hard to explain queries
Transmitted from one form to the next
Disintegrate, then reshape and rise as planned
Organized thoughts followed by polluted fog
As it settles in the middle looking back at us
Either their sinister or they giggle
as we gaze into their crystal ball of vapory expressions
Process of breakdown tries to take you down
With impossibilities hard to even speak about
Safe to say we all agree to keep it in order
Leave it be so recovery won't need to be
One two three, therefore you see
This design ranks mighty high somewhat like glee
Major factor in this, isn't the higher I get
It's as I inhale each hit I am being equipped with heightened senses Relentless against outside interference
Considering element of time restraint
Likely to influence hindrance on today's to do list
Which will warrant such mental analysis Wit thought intelligence, hah
Being is such a mere fragment of life
Inside imagination, any privileged would and will see eye to eye while undercover Patiently waiting for the perfect exit, or is it entrance
Be it coming or leaving its a secret
Shh.. please aint no repeating this
Yes you're on the guest list
And I suggest you stay in line
There is no set order, in which we smolder
To set trapped souls free as we breathe
You are mine and I am yours
I am I and you are you
Independently we share our lives together
Through our journey what we've done
No matter if we lost or won
Its brought us together
So instead of two we can be one
What I lack you have
And for you the same I got you
In that were blessed we both gain
They are they who do what they'll do
To each and their own
Woe to anyone or thing negative or faux
Oh How this life has made us grow
Were blessed with power to just know
Because though I am I as are you
And the truth is what we know
Together we will reap what we sow
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