One Perspective

My eyes though open, stay closed to limiting
views
while I'm being moved by the unseen to any
level I choose
Knowing this life in which we live is one hell
of a muse,
I've master the art of evolution staying blind to
convolutions of truth
I'm not concerned by the ruse, for this is how
I have learned,
that baptism by fire is a blessing, producing
the coolest of burns
Being scorned is a hot gift if viewed with eyes
from the shade,
for from this perspective, you're able to see
all mistakes that were made
The jaded will hurl their stones with hopes
it's your will that will break, but
all that's needed is a sidestep with a glance
to let them skip on a lake
We were born destined to awaken, but pay attention
to spinning of plates,
as they're being spun for your demise disregarding
your taste
We transcend with our faith, overcoming what was
meant for a fall,
while they watch us elevate to the top doing 
opposite of leaves in the fall
Winter is coming so grab your coats & hats  
along with your boots,
because the inevitable storm that's coming will be
uncovering truth
The world is being led to a chute that's colored
greener than pastures,
with more lies than leaves in a forest in order
to slaughter it faster
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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