There was a young man discovering,
Searching to find what to be.
Told he couldn’t be.
So he closed his eyes and looked down.  
He looked down so they couldn’t see.
Feeling eyes searching around,
“Look down, look down,” I’m not me.
And he grew into the man.
They loved the man he was told to be.
Praises abound, fell to the ground
Before the man they couldn’t see.
He could never be proud
And said, “this isn’t me.”
They lifted up the man they wanted him to be.
A day came around, walking, facing down.
And a man asked, “how do you see?”
Looking up and around
He saw the eyes searching, piercing
Piercing him, but they couldn’t see.
So he asked a man,
“Why are your eyes piercing me?”
And when asked was told,
“We’re trying to be what we’re told not to be.”
And he laughed when he found,
That hiding with his face to the ground
He couldn’t see all around
The others like him that shouldn’t be.
But to finally see, he looked around.
Looking around, he found
Others falling to the ground.
They couldn’t be what shouldn’t be.
The oldest around, experience abound.
Do they not say, “Get up off the ground,”
“Stay here with me, just be.”
Intelligence bound, reality not found.
All creation in the clouds.
Failure resounds in the land of make believe.

Lost then found
When I turned around.
I fell, I fall to escape the wall.
Stepping away from miseries crawl.
Control of me returned to me
Taking the shapes I choose to receive
To believe what I want to believe.
I don’t and won’t argue with you
I discovered how good it feels to breathe.
That’s the reason I leave.
Are you more than you’re meant to be?
I observe the awful things you do
And laugh as you hover over me.
Men that can’t stand on their own feet.
Waiting for the day you see.
When all that’s hollow shatters
To protect what truly matters.

Where have I failed?
To where do I go?
Spinning, reflecting, restructuring self
Waiting, holding to hope.
My breath belonging
Longing for you.  
My cells aching, craving to flee.
This land suffocates me.
Rest found only in you.
Tired of the ignorance,
I bury myself away.
Longing for that glorious day.
Yet still I wait.
Did I run you away?
Please come back for me.  
I don’t belong here.
Knowing what I know, I can’t relate.
Reality isn’t real,
Civilizations aren’t civilized.
If only you might take me away,
I’d love to help paint a prettier picture.

Distorted, contorted to persuade
Look this way, no that,
But not here nor there.
Controlled, captivated.
The captives see, repeat what they’re told.
Don’t think, just speak
Don’t breathe nor be.
Be me. Be me.
Not you.
See what I see.
I cant be me unless you’re me.
How could I stand on my own feet?
Control til the children don’t breathe.
To be more than men.
Desiring to be Gods,
They sneak in when the children sleep.
And in the words they speak
They speak falsely.
Because in the words they speak,
They say “there’s only one way to God
And the only way is through me.”
Fear stricken into the hearts of many
By those men,
Men molded to be more than intended.
Are they themselves not graven images?
Where do they stand with their laws,
Beliefs their practices?
His highest law is
“There is only me.”
They only seek to serve themselves.
They live by the sword
And they lead into captivity.
Have their souls been sold?
It’s hard not to laugh
When you see they’re controlled.
Men pretending to be more than.  Hovering.
Is it too much to ask.
I wish more people would come down,
Plant their feet in the ground,
And laugh at the clouds with me.

Surrounded by so many.
They go everywhere but here.
Floating, falling, flying, crawling.
You see them all around
When you block out the sound
And either rise or fall
Til your feet can feel the ground.
Those that soar have no desire for reflection.
Deny their flaws, will they find perfection?
When do they search within,
If they measure another man’s sin?
Does happiness comes from harm or control?
I wish it could speak,
Illuminating the misconception and wrong.
If a man can’t stand on his own is he weak?
What is faith when foundations aren’t strong?
What should I perceive?
How strong is their faith
If they rage when I don’t believe?
Their actions don’t serve a God in control.
If so they’d find comfort and know.
So little time for worship when they patrol.
Do they rank sin?
Where do they start?
His first law is there is no God but Him.
For a planet worshipping men,
Where should the ranking begin?
Would anyone harm a child
If they believed in a God that could see?
Perhaps they wouldn’t be doing it
If they’d accept what they’re supposed to be.
Why should I let men that deny what they are
Tell me what I should see.
Unable to reflect, accept the human in them
Disrespect what’s human in me.
Expectation on where they might go
But will they go if they won’t grow?

Words that seem the same,
Sharing origins only.
Civilization not civilized
Alone not lonely
Alive not living.
They live to represent something in heaven.
Something they weren’t created to achieve.
To discover, false expectations uncovered.
Pointless to understand or know them.
Freedom in accepting who I should be.
Should men that can’t control themselves
Control me?
If only common sense could speak.
Opposed to what’s human, they’ve cursed.
All while in the shadows creating, downplaying
The crime, if measured, that’s worst.
I hear them speak and I just walk away.
For when I must be judged at least I may say
In no way did I try to relate.
I find comfort alone and accept my fate,
All while keeping my faith,
Knowing that on my own,
Finding my own way,
If I have nothing else
At least I can honestly say,
I didn’t associate with child molestors.

She buries them in darkness,
In the lies that she keeps.
Whispering in their ears,
"You do not see what you see,
Don't speak, don't speak!"
Silence abundant amongst the weak.
Atrocities repeated
Into their beds it does creep.
Pure innocence, not safe
Until she falls asleep.
Through her windows
I cant help but see.
I speak, I speak.
Words fall on deaf ears.
For they are not meak and they believe.
But if they knew what I knew,
My words would be pointless, they'd leave.
And at that moment they'd know
Just how sweet fresh air can be.

Crouched against the dirt,
Surrounded by tall grass,
Searching, hunting for you.
But you found me,
The me I could never be.
The me I buried deep.
I longed for your touch.
Dreamt of you.
Pictured you as my ideal mate.
How rapid the beating heart, when you returned my gaze.
That day I went on the hunt and found your warm embrace.
Shut off to the world in the closet I created.
You made me question.
Pulling me closer with every touch, lifting me with every word.
To see myself through your eyes.
What did you see?
Your words cut me open.
I pushed, afraid to fly.
Fighting for balance.
The room spinning.
You gave your all with little returned.
Because I was not ready to accept that side of me.
Regret for the words left unspoken.
Guilt for giving you just the surface.
Did I leave you broken?
You pried to know, experience more,
When I closed the door.
Years have past, and memories and reflection are all I have.
All the beautiful things to say.
A "thank you" insufficient.
Heart left a flutter, you took my breath away.
The wall fell down.  
Forced to accept what was supposed to be,
What I am,
Because of one moment.
In my search for you,
I found me.