words ever flowing/pieces of me
iridescent
I don't really know where to start
everything seems to have stopped
excuses surrounding like
marauding mindstorms
the quiet has come
...silence...
the opener for the final scene
finalizing the repetitious performance
we've all been comitting to each day
the ritual sacrifice we have made with our bodies
&
our minds
leaving here is mandatory
to some it would be considered much more satisfactory
to leave on one's own terms
those of us standing upon the stage
waiting for you to speak your next line
or to follow again your rhythm
we sometimes forget
the Samurai
or
become consumed with ourselves
to think thoughts of what ifs
&
imaginary ideas
that could have been
but
when we step back to see
&
breathe
we know
even our lives are out of our control
&
so
the play begins again
rituals
&
sacrifices
I am sure none of us truly would participate in
if all were informed of what they truly represent
indescribable pain awaits us here in act III
but the horror is over for you
may those watching have opened eyes
as a young man has made a decision
based upon his heart
that must have surely been broken
When will someone reach out again their hand to hold?
I suppose once we all acheive understanding
&
chase our dreams
with friends
rather than embrace the machine
&
slave for dollars
lives need to be watered
not bought
everything seems to have stopped
excuses surrounding like
marauding mindstorms
the quiet has come
...silence...
the opener for the final scene
finalizing the repetitious performance
we've all been comitting to each day
the ritual sacrifice we have made with our bodies
&
our minds
leaving here is mandatory
to some it would be considered much more satisfactory
to leave on one's own terms
those of us standing upon the stage
waiting for you to speak your next line
or to follow again your rhythm
we sometimes forget
the Samurai
or
become consumed with ourselves
to think thoughts of what ifs
&
imaginary ideas
that could have been
but
when we step back to see
&
breathe
we know
even our lives are out of our control
&
so
the play begins again
rituals
&
sacrifices
I am sure none of us truly would participate in
if all were informed of what they truly represent
indescribable pain awaits us here in act III
but the horror is over for you
may those watching have opened eyes
as a young man has made a decision
based upon his heart
that must have surely been broken
When will someone reach out again their hand to hold?
I suppose once we all acheive understanding
&
chase our dreams
with friends
rather than embrace the machine
&
slave for dollars
lives need to be watered
not bought
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