Perspective
Flying through the clouds, choosing not to land,
Are we truly all just pawns at the mercy of gods hands?
I wonder in silence in fear of whats to come,
because the people of the world seem to march to just one drum
I float through the world like a ghost on a leash slowly led,
following the pull blindly, as the surroundings turn to red,
When I lose who I am, undiscovered, undercover,
Around the outskirts of time and space my mind hums and hovers
When I come back down I get to be myself,
I feel everything to feel, peace of mind, my greatest wealth,
And when I'm feeling good I like to frame it in my mind,
So when the red again returns, this peace will not be hard to find
I hope to end my search for the things i do not need,
I'd like to rid my mind and soul of unnecessary greed,
unsuccessful I've been throughout my trials though i fear,
I intend to keep persistence, I'm at the wheel maybe I'll steer,
Forming my mind everyday with a brand new perspective,
I find that the ways we see the world seem to be very collective,
I try to hear your opinions but I always end up objective,
When we're being rated at the end, ya know he'll be very selective.
Copyright © Eric Schojan | Year Posted 2014
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