In Another World
He runs to another world to seek comfort for his weeping soul
He cannot find a place to hide except inside the oracle of his mind
The world is getting too large for him and he cannot find a place to live
The streets are bare and empty and the lamp posts are dangling in the wind and something tells him that heaven is watching and the mountains are listening
He traveled from the Middle East to appease his mind but the thoughts he entertained are sometimes strong enough to drive him insane and when the music starts to play courage stands up right in his way and his spirit began to sing. How much I have tried desperately to help him but he continue to follow his own foolish ways and my heart began to pound with a profound message from the sky with a choice for him to live or die.
Sometimes I watched him goes off into a daze as if he had a mission
to travel in space and I watched him relive the moment, gliding like a missile through the clouds and his purpose kept steadfast to the ground and he locked inside a world that is reserved for the dead and a pillow of clouds stand up exactly over his head. It is a strange world that is spinning around in his head. it is the world that deprived him of his daily bread.
The world beneath the ground is cold empty and brown
The corners are sealed and the middle is covered with a shield and its core is stuffed with seeds, I can hear the daily counting and shouting and the barrows around the ant nest will take you into the inner depth
Just follow the lines wherever it leads and you will find his world
Wrapped up in a seal.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2024
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