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Today is just as pretty as the last, everything looks just like before.
It is all the same, but not me... I have changed, I look and act the same,
but the way I think, I can no longer explain. I feel like a character from a
different play and I am dressed to match the stage.
I look and act the part, but I don't want to act, just spill my heart.
Are we tought thoughts and ideas
or is our mind blind and free
do we just think about what we see
or can we look inside and bring new thoughts to reality
beliefs are the minds glasses
they're there to clarify
and without them our minds are dry
it can only think what it hears
and do what others say
without our minds we cant be saved
so without beliefs you are nothing
but your minds slave.
The world isn’t as it seems,
on paper and in theory life is but a dream.
Ink fades, ideas drift away, and forgot is the lost paper.
Unaccounted factors effect the words as does the current of a stream.
It never stops, it drifts it’s own course unintentionally,
This water feeds the roots, so sprouts the gnarled branches of the crooked tree.
It is an endless cycle, one falls, but sewn is it’s seed.
I would tell you how i feel, but you wouldn't understand
for the language i speak is from another land.
I will give you the key to my mind,
but the lock you will never find.
You can have all the answers to the test,
but all the questions are incorrect.
I would tell you my life story,
but i haven't written it yet.
I sold my heart for its weight in gold,
i don't fell bad for that man i fooled.
Now i am as rich as ever,
but the wine is even more bitter.
It is finally summer,
but i am cold and severed.
Where am i going,
I can't see through all these lies.

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