Anguish of the Enlightened P1
Eyes of the empty
peering through a window
as rain falls upon it
the dust of yesterday washed away
by the anguish of today
truth long descending into fiction
becoming everything and nothing
to become one with the world locked inside a prison
with predetermined paths set before you
by others who are only relics of the past
a past so broken, a nightmare life long
only certain dreams can be reached
how can my dreams be yours or hers be his?
material only limits the powerful potential of the mind
desire only weakens your own identity
Identity is preserved through indifference
thee ability to accept the world the way it is
and not to play a part in its manipulation
over analyzed dysfunction
in a world of chaos
preoccupied forging empires
pyramids built with the blood of slaves
the temples of long destroyed faiths
idols of gods left to idol
songs now left unsung
beginnings that have long ended
the stones of the earth
manipulated to please the minds great influence
cultures of the ancients on display in an archive
to remind, remember, but never change
a wise word to whisper
falling upon the deaf ears of the headstrong
a sacred burial ground
buried underneath a parking lot
remembering lives long forgotten
forgotten lies long lived into a truth
Evil and good are a duality of a mirror image
and are so often the same
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