can anyone else hear what
sounds so clear to my ears?
they look at me as if I'm acting weird...
so i quietly disappear...
to my honeycomb hideout...
giving the words free reign to scream out...
they speak on places to go,
things to come,
and evolution inside our world's pollution...
warning me not to mention the words I see
as vision,
because the powers that be would attempt to
straight jacket me...
they tell me their secrets and make me promise to
keep them...
ancient jewels,
hieroglyphic scrolls,
and cosmic tools,
however they caution me to prepare
for the storm if ever I choice to inform
the world of their secrets...
they tell me the masses won't overstand,
they will try to murder,
defame,
or commit me insane...
so I refrain and quietly listen to the words
they constantly explain...
hopefully one day the world will be ready
for what they have to say...