Created out of my own imagination It surely was not real Running towards the dilapidated station Of spacious spectacular zeal. Like a butterfly wanting its cocoon I want for the embrace of what I've made The future feelings to come taken too soon With confirmation of sickness on a *****. I have dealt the deck many times But to wonder what you have become Is like watching paint dry. I have seen so much and known so little I understand now that all we need is care. Care for me with the embrace I seek Care for me like ships gently caressed floating on the ocean's surface And I will give you eternal life Just say the magic words I do , I do , I do. Let the crevices of your mind fill with light Truth becomes souls inside a blockade If not for your love and understanding That I am who I am And you are nothing but my lover.
What is really real? Not much. However, reality is under my thumb. Will I tell you my truth? You sure know I will. What's there to lose? I live in a concrete jungle and I want to go home.
a great crusade in search of truth seeking to understand myself whatever's left i guess the reason behind my existence imagine reaching a goal in which we thought was what we sought but after a certain time it proves to be illusive and delusionary **** me we've added more to our difficulties than we have to our solutions but once something is solved, new problems arise original revelations a life uncluttered opens the doors to the inner self vast ambitions sounds of birth/sounds of death (if i ever want to understand the invisible) i must be able to find it in the visible theology is just a mere abstraction of natural phenomenons religion is testing the possibility of community through our relationships philosophies based upon nature... the changing seasons great consequences, advanced causes the highest level is reality the certainty of your own demise the complicated network of truths