Adages Pt. 3 (The Hierophant)

I can see the web of lies around me Constructed by the spider in my heart Just a manipulator Playing its games with my life I promised myself As only a fool can That there could be a safe haven Calm within the eye of the storm When it was only a trap Set so perfectly on me By myself The ignorance of the world has always astounded me Confounded me Even as I ignored it in myself Just felt the need To find my own way In a life that was never too kind To the stranger To me I don’t know why it is always spinning Think I’ve created this hell In the image of a world left behind Just another contradiction Another manipulation Another one of my lies I made myself so cold That I forgot to be angry For what everyone did to me Forgot to be forgiving And to look the other way Now I’m just a nothing Forgotten to all The opposite of what I needed Or ever wanted I am ready for the change I am ready for the knowledge Black turns to grey My blue skin to red As I shout and scream A realization A new found adage Of how it could have been “I never needed the light of a sun To guide me on my way Never needed a hope To feel that I’m okay I don’t need to rhyme To impress the people Who’ll just waste my time I can go my own direction To any place that I desire” A hierophant is blooming With no hope there is hope And no need for a following Just a contradiction and a knowing Tomorrow will be As always Another day The shift in the world around me As drastic as black to white Day to night Reflected sunlight As the moon makes itself known to me And all the contradictions coming into focus Becoming the world in which we all live We feed on each others lies And create our own If only to fool ourselves Into a state of relative bliss Into a joke We’re playing on ourselves I don’t want the sun And its insistent heat I don’t need the clouds Or the people that I see Wandering around like dazed puppets Numbed on the drugs of old I just want to go my own way And to question what we know The moon in all its mystery Its quiet grace Greets and bids me fair tidings Hoping that something will treat me well A lone friend in a world Full of followers and beggars Fakes, frauds and any assortment of contradictions And this moon smiles Gives a nod of approval It can see me Breaking out from behind my clouds And shining into the world A second sun A light guiding my own way