The world in which I see, visits my heart seldom.
The blotching in my eyes,
the individualism of my body from my soul reminds me
I have much to learn.
The complexity of life,
Yet the simple nature in living.
The twirling of my feet,
The pain in my heels,
Comes from nothing, and returns to itself.
The ways of Ether,
Oscillating
everywhere at once,
But nowhere in time.
I invision purpose in my mind,
Not the one my frame lives.
If I could just find out
What to grab
If I could just feel
From what is given
I come from many places,
you'll never know me.
The steps I was convicted to walk,
Were of dust,
And battered wings.
The wind howled its enlightened woo,
That struck me conscious on the dates.
The impossible of what i thought made its way around my brain,
All along I didn't live with me.
Retiring to reason,
I repudiated what I sought
Found stars trapped within stars
Cracked open from my ruined touch
And claimed I found everything
To deny myself
But I see
I have much to learn
The wenching of my heart was logical
So I demonstrated to myself from my dolls
This world is nothing to me,
And from that alone
I know i'm weak to not see what is rich,
But see the beauty in which I lack.
Condemned to aimlessness,
To pushing barrels of leafs,
To pushing boulders like sisyphus,
To viewing the strength I misuse.
I see
I have much to learn
In the art of pushing,
And realizing the exertion
Places seek of me.
