Sunken to the bottom of the sea,
I find my periscope isn't tall enough to reach,
The surface's light above.
But what I see is is enough,
Increasing in brightness, one increment at a time.
The feeling of fear, under barricaded vision
What once for, those drowning, I would shun,
Their world i have dwelled,
Gasping in hell
Living and sharing their sins.
How HELPLESS one feels!
It is no less real
Than the bliss one would find up above...
And to strike them all down
To save your own cloud
Only teaches them they are denied love.
Pride of the fallen,
The shame is felt
When the blind request aid to see.
Guilt,
Guilt of bothering those who choose
To block, ignore, and cast aside their eyes
for fear of being dragged below,
TO dwell where they dwell, no one else will go.
Its difficult to trick yourself, and truly believe your lies
The world beyond the world we sense and feel, see with eyes
It is a place one cannot tread with memory of old beliefs.
To alter your reality, you must alter what you see.
What you see and hear and touch and smell, you network of PURE belief.
If you only stretch out from the inside, you'll never truly reach.
The universe is an extension of you, an extra sense in it's whole.
Use it, and alter your mind to believe what you have sewn.
