An Empty Soul

An empty soul I have seen insane and I have found the route back to sanity; The only thing that could ever hold me down, Was my own apathy and gravity. But as I rise above, as I rise once more, I see my future in my own hands as I am every possibility. I can have it all. I can move the stars when I have a guide to lead me; I can change a heart in the middle of a scream. I can intake a thought and show it to you like a movie, Because I have found my higher purpose; I have awoken from the dream. I am Neo and Peter Pan; a monster mind aplenty. I have seen the ghosts of love walking throughout every cemetery. I have cast out my demons into the books I have written And all my intentions are turning into actions; it is elementary. Fix a thought on a diamond and you will see through eagle eyes, That the wisp of me that roams at night can no longer be despised; For I am simply a mortal in disguise, hidden away inside a locket. I am a warrior mind on the inside, but all you see of me is my shadow. All you can do is view me with scorn And every feeling I have you will mock it. That image of me you have is but a figment of your minds creation; As you stumble through life intoxicated, Your soul is permanently on vacation. I live here in the surreal world observing you and all you do And I am secure inside my own station. Consider a change as my words begin to fade from all memory; Your yesterday is still today, your tomorrow to you is unseen And unknown, but I am all seeing, so I am alone. I am so happy in misery, Because who would want you to tell them how to live? I am my own nightmare. I am haunted by my twist of fate, But at the end of this life, my ideas will remain. Peace, love and empathy is a simple wish, But it will be all I have left, in the end, to give. When I have stolen a heart and I am a Prince among thieves; I will be watching, waiting and writing your future inside the tea leaves. I have foretold you and I have already predicted your future; I have said it, I have read it; I am your messenger. The voice of reason in a place without lines; The tired and the heart broken have been forsaken by time. We are without a destiny, Because we never created it in the first place. In the end all we are is empty of ideals, Ideas and a way to find our own way. (C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.