And sleep wont come.
Thoughts physically forced from conciousness
Return one time more than the strength needed to
Remove them and they stand inside the mind
Defiantly smiling their crooked grins.
About things only the weak would ponder
Motives of actions and the headings of chosen course.
Given glimpses of hidden happenings
Shared snippets of a parallel world
And the mind completes the portrait
The hidden scene comes into view.
Comes on the heels of total immersion
The embrace of heart and mind
The body opens the door of fragility
And the soul runs headlong inside.
Neitzche was an angry, empty soul
But his view of the abyss becomes truth.
Remains where it's always been
Never moving from it's Gibraltic stature
Standing at arm's length
It's location and it's lesson.
To give the freedom to watch and learn
By giving the freedom to others to live
And watching the lessons they teach.
Always announcing itself through pain
Like the bones of the young ones
At night when it's time to sleep.
Does expectation of evolution forget
So quickly that NOW is when the idioms
Ring so true and words shouted in strength
Fall on weakness' deaf ears retain their meaning?
Stimulus and response dictates change.
Outside eyes will not see the end from the now
Their mouths and hands will attempt to dictate
To mold this pliable thing that is you
Ten million puppeteers ten million times a day
In ten million ways to control
When they cant even control themselves.
Vicarious living at it's best.
Giving Growth the room it needs
To do it's work of change
Requires the blind acceptance of
Creation and remembrance that Creation comes from WITHIN.
ALONE brings change and not other's ideas
Inside is where the work, pain, struggle and motivation
To continue breathing reside.
The throne of the mind is NEVER taken, ONLY given.
Allow only strength to rule there
Do not attempt to control others
But evolve into YOU