Stained Glass

Staring blankly at the borrowed shapes glistening the sun a madman's diary of a voodoo queen a condemned language Picking up old pieces a new language takes shape focuslessnes of digits of difference religion has made i begin to think of younger and older men's differences of opinion The same game of life too hard to truly define naming the similar delusions of reality seeds of worst case scenarios becoming mankind's own undoing Fear itself in different forms isn't what it appears to be insecurely abstract of futures unknown reincarnates art a language of souls,' the present life adds up to this point, where the past life chose for a future that was and now is bringing to life the reality abounding to change the confusion once forseen Fear of success leaves me planning to fail the easy way out a dead end the delusions of mankind i have borrowed stuck in my head looking for the way out of planetary insanity the past and present similar life lessons to ensure we win our own logical lottery after all a familiar mindmaze deadlocks