i roam the places in my head waiting to find a calm,
i roam these streets in my head waiting to find my self.
i lay here staring blank into the never ending desperate beyond,
hoping to make sense of it all,
is what you live by a lie?
is what you live by a dream,
when i close my eyes i see these truths unfolding ,
like a bleeding wound i caused,
the guilt is the same ,
the shame is the same.
the gut feeling that injustice is mine, yours, ours.
we swim in circles in our sticky untruths,
not realizing the waters getting murky.
the harder you move, the harder it is to see the spring in the the middle of the sludge,
to get to the purity, we must lay still,
and all will come to us and to us all.
i roam these streets in my head waiting to find my self.
i lay here staring blank into the never ending desperate beyond,
hoping to make sense of it all,
is what you live by a lie?
is what you live by a dream,
when i close my eyes i see these truths unfolding ,
like a bleeding wound i caused,
the guilt is the same ,
the shame is the same.
the gut feeling that injustice is mine, yours, ours.
we swim in circles in our sticky untruths,
not realizing the waters getting murky.
the harder you move, the harder it is to see the spring in the the middle of the sludge,
to get to the purity, we must lay still,
and all will come to us and to us all.
Finding ourselves, is ment for all of us....We try to find the inner peace....But then Peace is within us...And to find it we much Find outselves.
ReplyDeleteas of again... i find the start absolutely stunning... but failing to keep up as the poem progresses on... by the time it reaches the end... the smoothness is lost... again - i ain't the worst critic...
ReplyDeletethere's an inner self revelation over here... all of us try to read what is within ourselves... in the end we realize that there is so much to it that even if we think we've known abt ourselves... the stark reality is that - there is to within ourselves that is to the universe around us!