I don't mind sitting here playing with my thoughts for I can only remember what I have previously been taught.
Trying to remember a recurring dream to find out what it means to be seen.
Only expectations can lead you so far, when the perception is black as tar.
In order to understand life bounces back,
like an elastic band into the hands, sinking like quicksand,
stand with open hands to the grand stand of enlightenment.
Everything is beautiful so just open the eyes to the surprise that lies inside the mind.
One can only tell the next thing to accrue for we make our own.
Impossible to rewind time,
that's fine for one whom can turn on a dime.
A disastrous moment can be oh so delightful ,
as long as one has the ability to be insightful.
Life goes on some will say, but if you ask me life already ends when the self is born.
One is just beginning there journey to death . Death is life, a contradiction upon life itself,
which is a contradiction upon death. We say the blind and deaf are the unfortunate ones
but if you ask me,
when they die?
There life has just begun.
For they have no concept of true reality,
the brutality of mortality.
Thy shall not be save for no mater what god we think we represent in the presents of the present.
We all have an obligation,
that is to live, to give, to receive and to deceive ones dreams.
Is that the true reality?
So there it lies inside my mind,
flying around like six legged flies. I can hear the buzz of constant thought,
for I can only remember what I have previously been thought.