Somedays as I walk by all of the wounded,
I wonder if as I can read them, in an instant,
Can I be read as fast by them?
As we walk by people,
Do they know I can read them?
I came to the conclusion of that question as fast as I had asked it.
Yes indeed they can.
If eye contact is made,
All of our paths,
Our pains turned in to illusions,
And all we have put in our lives that makes us who we are,
All we have endured,
Gone misdirected, on a broken path,
Had gotten lost, begging the Angels to help me to be redirected.
The passersby can indeed read me.
In a flash, in a split second.
All of my life felt through another being.
I mean go figure,
If I can read them,
I too, could be read by many others.
So alone I feel,
No one able to understand me,
When the truth is no one seems to get me.
But the ones that can I can't grasp.
I can feel they are in a close reach.
The way out is through....
The way ... out.... is right through.
Right in two...
Finding my way through a life of pure madness...
Just to keep me down,
Hoping I can reach my fucking arm through...
To find my own way.
To lead me, as myself.. as I am.
As I have been.
I just hadn't known...
It could possibly have, (life ya know)
Have gone so damn fast.
Not waiting for me.
I had to learn over and over
And over again PATIENCE,
I know now patience.
From thoughtless actions of my own life's lessons, that we all need to be taught sometimes.
(As long as we are able to accept we are willing to take in, as we need to do so.)
I mean, I am really no one...
All through this cruel lifetime.
One lifetime I will NEVER,
EVER begin to forget.
If I try to forget, to block it,
I will always be reminded.
As I look at myself in the mirror,
I can see my reflection clearly,
All the beautiful souls we can meet in a lifetime, and more.
We can never forget them.
As I walk through this life,
I can recall knowing their face,
So familiar, I had known them.
As I know we will meet again,
In another time.
Painful, mind fucking life.
We do it over and over...
And over again.
Each time growing, being molded into who we are.
Not letting one's judgement,
Or perception of who they think we are define us.
As we try not to lose the ones we love,
As fast as we have in this 1 lifetime.
Knowing what we had done wrong.
Maybe we can by some time..
Being prepared and all.
Words through our writing can be concealed as weapons.
Never needing a gun in this life.
Nor a knife,
A bat, or any weapons of danger...
We can conceal our words as weapons.
What has one got to lose?
By carrying knowledge from one lifetime,
Could be rather dangerous.
I suppose through it all we have our words in the end to write,
Hoping to inspire another being.
Always hoping, that in the end,
One grows stronger.
Going through lifetime to lifetime,
As a life purpose, to change anothers.
To bide time.
We shall see.
As its already begun.
No turning back now.
We are all in sooooo deep.
We can do nothing else.
But to hope.