Fall of the Prophets

Blossoming heart of the cosmos’ union, With every connection to interstellar waves. The path of All seems to wander aimlessly, Leading nowhere except the oasis of mind. Esoterically challenged, by the ambient soul, We shine brightly in the spiritual realm. In this physical form we are deluded, To thoughts of limitations, we stop evolving. Memories of past lives, in some lie extant, Pushing back those intuitive emotions. Believing that all can be quantifiable facts, As artists strive to bring the magic back. Falling behind while we waste our time, Weighing the pros and cons to life. Examining the exterior of the world, Our direction now we believe we have found. Populating propaganda like needing war, Closing the door on the prophets before. Seeking out wisdom from others that talk, No longer do we run, walk or crawl.