The 180

The 180? 2013, January 16 Childish rhymes from a child's mind Can one escape oneself and do a 180? Bound to live in one body or perhaps blooming in a thousand minds Trying to find sense where there's none to be found Life, love- What is and why Why what? Why live, why love When in the end there's only the void "It's the journey that matters." "Right, The journey!" Why bother speaking when all you want to know "Where has the time gone?" "What time is it?" "It's time." "For what?" "It's time." All high and mighty talking about life when you've just started living it "Live it first, ask the questions later" Can't do that, brain is wired awkwardly cowardly hiding the truth in poetry "The truth?" There's to much freedom at will so we have to ration it build walls around it There's so much freedom one doesn't know where to start "Start with yourself." So much, we condition ourselves into being less of what we are infinite beings in a finite world "What makes you infinite?" Our minds "Not your soul?" The soul is an expansion of the mind a weak mind, a blind soul, a puppet "Why bother asking, when you already know the answer, when you already know what will be written?" To see if the 180 is possible to believe that my thinking is rational "You, who lives in chaos is born out of it, carries it around like a trophy You, feeble minded simpleton...?" It is I "I who?" Me, checking about that 180