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Backtrack 6/19/2014

My brain transduces thoughts

Based on random stimuli

But what we see

Is not always

What we think. 

If we did not see it

Did it even happen

And what we do see

May not even be true.

So what is man to know

Except for what the past teaches

And history is nothing

But a long restless migration

Of people, places, and death.

I could not have known

What it was that I asked

But the gift is given

Unrequested and undeserved.

The spark comes down

In a whirlwind of inspiration

On the wings of a white bird

Gliding in the heavens.

It is not something I can measure

And it is not something

We can reproduce

But just think about the horror

If men were gods.

We reason and we think

But we are controlling and cruel

As we scheme and jostle

To command and control. 

I would rather take my heart

And wrench it in half 

Than submit to a group

Of self-aggrandizing fools. 

Look, learn, and listen

And take heed of what you see

Because the powerful will often seek

The mindless to enslave. 

A beast rolls down the track

Heavily laden with death

Like a virus on the move

Or poison on a dagger.

Many people

And many reasons

As we each try to escape

Murder and misery.

Even altruism can be a weapon

If abused with evil intentions

As we reel from one crises to another

And unwilling to say no. 

Move if you must 

Or stay if you will 

But remain resolute 

To the higher 

And the truth.