Lost Lands
on lost lands I stand.
endless stretches kiss the skies
where plateau meats heaven,these are my mind's sands on which I stand.
where dunes of "sanity" deplete, embracing the "madness" within to feel complete.
societal norms storm on
not about to conform,I take head from the gusts.
thunder,tsunamis,false loves and true lusts,trend is one rule I bend.
your "reality" is an illusion of the physical to manifest the concept of tangable.
time is the reason you are never on time
in these lost lands I seek,progress is my only clock.
tick ,tock , years skip,and goals reach.
freedom is not having to keep count of minutes ,days and decades.
the only time there should be is the right time.
On lost lands I dwell,
the very lands from which all greatness fell
until the terms coined to these lands became a spell.
insanity.
passion driven I hit the curves at high velocities
on the run from the machine and it's programables
void minds, eating up the lies and living in realities where the internet is proof.
where televison and politics are as addictive as any drug,I gotta run
from where religions are God and the spiritual are misunderstood
metamorphosise the conciousness to find these lands .
or stay hopping for a piece of the pie in the sky, that u actually forget to live, so all u do is die.
Copyright © Alister Ganda | Year Posted 2015
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