Bow Out
I write therefore I am/I've created a front, my life is a sham/Wouldn't it be great if that was who I am?/I'm sure that's what some would want/I speak my mind, my feelings cast aside/You're just mad cause I stand undaunted/I'm haunted by these illusions/A "reality" that keeps the mind locked down and secluded/The truth has eluded me/But then I found it diluted by you/ I see, that which you hid from me in the first place/Lying to me since my first birthday/I ask about god, and you say "it doesn't matter, just go to curch on Sunday"/Go to confession and pray to the deception and you should be good till you walk back out that doorway/So now here I am, confused and full of questions/Am I born to lose or is this just a lesson/Take a deep breathe, umm............/I'm guessin I'm messed up, noone seems to have answers/I throw my hands up, I'm tattered and torn/Worn from the limitation of the human form/Feelin like I shoulda been forwearned of this life unadorned/Are you bored? Good, cause so am I/Tired of wonderin why I needed your society to survive/I might have been better left to the wild/Harsh? Na, this is keepin it mild/What I've written is just the beginning, you have yet to see the middle and ending/So I'm sending a farewell for a minute/Don't forget live the moment, you're in it/I'm finished
posted by Ryan at 10:16 AM
2 Comments:
I'll get right to it. The last few times that I've written have been painstaking. Don't ask why, because I couldn't tell you. This post and the one previous, for some reason, came to me in a somewhat "rhyming" format. Don't know what that is either. It is what it is, I guess. I'm assuming nobody cares, I think I have one avid reader. (I do appreciate it, brother) It doesn't matter anyway, I've got new things to work toward. Maybe in a few years people will be more curious to read what I've had to say. This may come off as sort of depressing, but don't take it that way. It's a beginning. Another day. A fresh start. Some things have to change in order to make room for other things to come. This isn't the last post for good, just for a while. Maybe a couple weeks. Maybe a few months. Either way, I will be back. I haven't even scratched the surface. I'm sure you're all looking forward to the rest. I don't much like internet lingo, but I did "lol" at that last sentence. I'm done.
Nameless
"Entertain all possibilities for a standing ovation...and in the end you'll see that every single being in the audience is, and always has been...You...cheering You on."
Over, not out.
Your Para//el Self (& 'avid reader') : I AM.
ps : Take care Soul-Brother. And keep in touch!
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