And I could tell you a million things
But the look on your face tells me everything
So I try and I find that I'm out of line
I try so I know it must be right
But then I realize that the try is just a lie created by ego
And if try is necessary, I have surely lost my mind
No longer in flow with the spirit that is mine
Yet lost in the waves of madness again
And it is this life that must not win
It is this life that must begin
to tranform the Age old stories within
To release the crime that has displayed
upon the broken and never relayed
A chance to bind a piece of trust
A sense of peace behind the cloak
A film it is for none to see
The chaos that births our reality
And in the face of that which breaks
We find ourselves in a resting place
The mere conclusion that we believe
and that beliefs create that chaotic reality
That we converse with tragedy
To seek the level that we need
But in the veil that forever clings
We truthfully fight the madness of uncertainty
That thoughts upon us are so shallow
And words reveal just how hollow
The depth to which our soul can grow
Depends on the open One
Desperate to control,
We kill ourselves with just one blow
Unless we see the energy
We will repeat until necessary
©2021 Life Misspelled
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