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Crossroads ~~~~~~~~ My senses are distorted As the language of my reality Mixes And is absorbed into itself, Where once it was my native tongue, Yet no more am I to speak it
All of a sudden, Yet seemingly in slow motion, I’m reading my world backwards, While the words describing The beingness around me Are warped into a new truth
The concept of existence has changed, Parallels became one At a certain point in time, Creating an intersection of space I’m unsure of where to cross
My mind cannot focus Or decipher The true meaning Of transformation, Yet still here I am, Solely occupying the land of truth Before a crossroads
One way leads To the deception of paradise, Another to a false reality, And the last, to a realm of uncertainty
But is it really necessary For me to travel purposely To falsity When my whole world view Became clear to me? Is choosing to stay awake To the truth of everything Really the only decision left? Should I remain here alone, Waiting, Always waiting for another To open their eyes And realize the illusion? Or should I choose a path I’ll never remember walking on And forget That I, once upon a time, Could have chosen a path of no regret?
Day dreaming of Waterfalls Sitting under Apple trees Looking over Miles of evergreens Living in lover's lane On the corner of Happiness and peace White doves Eating from our hands Hearing children's laughter Playing in the water Having tea and scones With my friends Welcoming each one With a warm embrace Freedom is one Daydream away Repeat at night Take care of your mental health
I had forgotten how I'd called it home. This sense of warm claustrophobia. I used to be scared before The name's stuck. You don't have a name For when you love the confines. I can see the world from here I can see it all coming in from all directions These stories and muses Dancing, singing, crying, carving And I'll take it all in From the thin air I'll weave it all to art.
I'll let myself be cut By the glassy gossamer And I'll spin, twirl, twist and curl And I'll see where they touch each other I'll weave a net Beautiful enough to trap a heart Strong enough to hold a mind. Sharp enough to cut those who try To break. And I can't promise not to eat them But they shall go in peace.