These words written in ink and fear

These words meant to tear, build, break, kiss

These words that embrace or give hate in misuse

Or even create portals you can climb through

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So climb through this portal and live in these words

Thrive in these lyrics and feast in this verse

For the real world's too harsh and these words can be walls

A portal

A home

A poem

A song

They asked me if I wanted power
They asked me if I wanted money
They asked me if I could be happy
But I couldn't unless you still loved me

the waves of words so silent wash over us again
there is no boat to ride these phrases over to the end
but should you need to breathe this love's a vest that you can wear
and we can both stay on the crest to feel the ocean air

Upon a snowy peak, in eastern Russia, sits Dmitri with his table of God,

Graying hairs and skylines, ink is splatter on the paper that Dmitri organized,

Only he can see the way it fits together,
like a puzzle like the coordinates of a map like the legend,
this god, this is God he sings inside his lonely office
this God,
this is Gods table,

Upon a snowy peak in eastern Russia sits a man predicting God and where he is,

Lucid dreams of heaven, only one correction made when he awakened from his sleep,

Only he can see the way it fits together,
like a puzzle like the coordinates of a map like the legend,
this god, this is God he screams inside his lonely coffin
this God,
this is Gods table,


Upon a snowy peak, in eastern Russia, sits Dmitri with his table of God

How free are you?

You wake up every day at a predetermined time that cooperates with your early morning schedule.

You hurry up and eat and get ready to make it to school.

When you get to school you have X minutes to be ready for class.

You run to a class you don't like but apparently need to make it there on time.

You sit for X amount of time in a classroom participating in activities and lectures you couldn't care less about.

Then, once the bell dismisses you, you run to another class, hoping to make it on time to the exact same situation you just faced.

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

When the final bell lets you leave, you run to sports or speech practice or something you do to pad your resume, and work hard at a frivolous activity for X hours.

Once the practice is over, you run to your house to do the X hours of homework you have to do for those same classes that you spent X hours suffering through earlier that day.

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

You work on a project and hurry to turn it in before an arbitrary deadline.

You finally turn it all in or get it done, and go off to do the nightly routine.

And as you lay your head down to your pillow, you set your alarm to that same time as every other night, like winding the clock backwards 24 hours to repeat what you just did once again.

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

How much time was your time. When did you make your own choices?

I ask again:

How free are you?