I have taught myself to believe that everything happens for a reason... how else am I supposed to cope with the endless, torturous hurt that barrels through my body day after day, wearing down my bones the way trains begin to wear down their tracks; the piercing shriek of the wheels spinning against the push of the brakes mimicking the cry of my legs struggling to hold up the nineteen year's worth of trauma and heartache and exhaustion threatening to come tumbling down onto the tracks while my heart is forced to stare helplessly on, an innocent bystander to the impending tragedy that will forever scar her for life as she is forced to watch me lose mine?
I have been trying to control the need Escape ruthless desire Hide fears within quiet looks Start to falter and tire For each time you leave my side Another day crumple into a ball Try to stand up by myself Every attempt immediately fall Way too wobbly to carry own weight Legs always buckle and cave Powerful devotion I feel for you Holds me captive A slave
When I try to regain balance I just get even unsteadier
"CHOICE" 💬 🦟 What you see is not what it is... So what it is, might not be as its been seen. "Now close your eyes and let the body rests where it wants."
What if our head is not the thinking factory or are you ready to make a new factory? But, this time no source of eye rolls and you will see your legs are also thinking souls.👁
This time thinking is no longer than, 1second tip tap tip... hence, it starts tapping its way to next direction which is left and there goes the right behind... Like your feets giving you the way to make it stay... to the journey of this nector you pour which is insane.
Unfortunately 🕳 Its time to rethink the steps we take on the shows we should ignore, when we loose our mind's game roll..👁 Yes? the 1sec power makes your way. . . Or is it the 10sec beat droped in your vain... "CHOICE"🦟
Choice is always yours let the decision be not made by legs when 1sec thought slip goes greater than the 10sec thought process you try to achieve to follow it for the good paths.
I have no soul to make use of my spirit. I have no love to make use of my body. I have no dreams to make use of my heart. I have no paths to make use of my legs. I have no depth to make use of my arms. I have no words to make use of my breath. I have no gardens to make use of my nose. I have no kitchen to make use of my tongue. I have no thunder to make use of my ears. I have no imagination to make use of my eyes. I have no needles to make use of my hands.