As we enter upon the caged world; souls
innocent to the discontent of the future, our lives
prescribed the finite paths to choose. the guiding force
being the influence of others who have settled for boredom
and deceptive comfortability. The hand moves us through
the crowded city blocks- all we see is the grime and muck
left behind from past residents whom are held hostage to the cynicism
and ego of population. It is not until we travel through the abstract,
unsettling chaos that we realize the other choice. The streets are nothing
more than our own mental constraints, and the meadows on the other side
were always there. Where the concrete building and thinking end, and the ego and cynicism
get swept away by the breeze of possibility; of uncertainty. When the sun rises, I will tear down the glass and cement walls to live and think in a new way. A way that allows people to be people;
without their possessions, without their worry and fear of judgement.
You see, a true utopia does not exist externally, only deep in the soul.
Understand that when you WAKE UP, you will walk along the narrow
constructs of noise and pollution, a path made for you before your conception.
But I, I will be on the edge of the tree line- staring at an open field untouched by the mind.
the only guidance being the spirit itself, searching for the energy of that eternal being.