Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Bread Crumbs
Like a shaman
Throwing words into the fire,
You have possessed me with meaning.
I lure my mind away with
The promise of a spiritual quest,
But find myself lost deep within the forest of reason,
Trying to find the voices that
Beckon me home.
A home that exists over some horizon I can't see.
I miss what reality has afforded me,
And curse the placebos that
Truth tried to shove down my throat.
I'd be happier in oblivion,
Instead I'm set down in a realm
Where understanding has no place.
To sleep, to dream, to whine, to cry.
I follow the bread crumbs home because,
That's what's expected of me.
5-17-11
Throwing words into the fire,
You have possessed me with meaning.
I lure my mind away with
The promise of a spiritual quest,
But find myself lost deep within the forest of reason,
Trying to find the voices that
Beckon me home.
A home that exists over some horizon I can't see.
I miss what reality has afforded me,
And curse the placebos that
Truth tried to shove down my throat.
I'd be happier in oblivion,
Instead I'm set down in a realm
Where understanding has no place.
To sleep, to dream, to whine, to cry.
I follow the bread crumbs home because,
That's what's expected of me.
5-17-11
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