A black sun
Burns with implosion
Circling inwards
Invisible and deadly.
A power we do not know
A cold reaction
Collapsing through a hole
Exploding outwards
Into another place.
We live in four dimensions
But can control only three
Time and everything after
On the other side of dreams.
There are things we have done
And things we have dreamed
But there are is more than what we see
And much more than what we believe.
There is a doorway
Inside our minds
But only for those who know
And truly believe
Will ever enter and know.
If we could live life over
In a perfect world
How different would it be
Maybe a little less painful
And a lot less selfish.
How many have lived?
And never known themselves
Shaping their lives to fit
And disappearing into another.
Parrotting what others prefer
And learning all their games
Never knowing or questioning
Or searching for the truth.
Giving up and giving in
Just to have a wasted peace
Saving others from themselves
And surrendering their souls.
Inch by inch
We have become someone else
Until we become like a frog in hot water
Cooked, dumb and dead.
A strange and sad example
For the Petri dish of tomorrow
Examined, tested and labeled
Obsolete and forgotten.
A circumstance of personality
Is what follows us around
And never for a moment are we free
Chasing after someone else’s dreams
Like a rat in a maze.
My dreams are imperfect
And my mind has seen too much
But I did not learn it all through thinking
But through the test
Like acid in my eye.
Pain and pleasure have guided my movements
But I do not live by food alone
Straightening myself to find the truth
No matter how many leads run dry.
They can have my blood
And they can test my senses
But I have a life
That they don’t know.
A soul lives both inside and out
And the spirit flies independent
Falling like fire from heaven
And surging through my veins.
In a different time and place
I will be both real and genuine
The first and most authentic
The man I was meant to be.
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