I feel that the body I have been given is too small
too small for the infinities that my mind and soul create
inside of me every minute, of every day
like my brain is wild with ideas too big
to fit inside their casing
and my body too weak, to hold my thoughts
words do not come easy to me, though not through lack of language.
There is too much inside my head to unscramble the jumbled mess
of words and thoughts and ideas, too strong, too strong for me
this body is weak in comparison to the colours and feelings inside of me
this measly shell, restricting my mind from reaching out
and experiencing the true form of this world, and the next
a flesh encasing that my brain is dependant on, yet what if it were not?
what if my soul was cast adrift with ideas I was not aware had came to exist
what if once my mind was free? what would happen then?
my mind is living somewhere else,
and I think that is where my soul eternally resides
and I will find it one day, one day, one day
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC
I feel that the body I have been given is too small
too small for the infinities that my mind and soul create
inside of me every minute, of every day
like my brain is wild with ideas too big
to fit inside their casing
and my body too weak, to hold my thoughts
words do not come easy to me, though not through lack of language.
There is too much inside my head to unscramble the jumbled mess
of words and thoughts and ideas, too strong, too strong for me
this body is weak in comparison to the colours and feelings inside of me
this measly shell, restricting my mind from reaching out
and experiencing the true form of this world, and the next
a flesh encasing that my brain is dependant on, yet what if it were not?
what if my soul was cast adrift with ideas I was not aware had came to exist
what if once my mind was free? what would happen then?
my mind is living somewhere else,
and I think that is where my soul eternally resides
and I will find it one day, one day, one day
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