I cannot live a lie
as I glide through the air
that remains true
to the the sky.
You and I
will never die,
we build castles
shaped like the pyramids
teetering on the tip
of our third eye.
This is I.
Or am I this?
Awareness;
you don't need to look
to notice.
I become blind to my focus,
but my focus stares at me
through my dreams
until I am awoken.
The force that enters
my realm of reality
has been stolen,
like the deprivation of silence
when wilting words
are spoken.
Now, I am the force.
I am the source
of the sorcerer soaring
through the solstice.
Everything, in time,
is mine.
The melody of a devine rhyme
halfway frozen in time,
I can't rewind
or hide behind,
only align the lines
and combine the signs.