Question those thoughts that
pop into your head uninvited,
shattering the silence.
Random revelations while
walking, reading or driving,
shocking zaps to the back
of your head like bullets
from a book bin building,
cleaving your skull,
exposing your brain.
Question them all…..
Are they directives from above?
From deep inside your ghost?
Your soul? Where do they come from?
Study the darkness of your pupils in a mirror.
Look deep and long.
The answer is in the hollow.
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 1:59 PM UTC
Question those thoughts that
pop into your head uninvited,
shattering the silence.
Random revelations while
walking, reading or driving,
shocking zaps to the back
of your head like bullets
from a book bin building,
cleaving your skull,
exposing your brain.
Question them all…..
Are they directives from above?
From deep inside your ghost?
Your soul? Where do they come from?
Study the darkness of your pupils in a mirror.
Look deep and long.
The answer is in the hollow.
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